Turning Leaves and Weathered Stone

On darkness high fades starry sky
give way at birth of dawn
Waking to a day that's new
that hue imbued now gone
Constant rhyme of telling time
sift the sands of plans unknown
The future holds the greater golds
turning leaves and weathered stone
Change is sweeping quick across
the desert of regret
We are simply who we are
not where we plan to get
Inner lights are shining bright
on shadowed indecision
rallied soul to take control
of fear that's in remission
Furthered chance by penance passed
made whole by sentence served
all the while by heart's denial
a straightened path was curved
Birthing dawn oh how you spawn
the hope for God's creation
This day anew til dark does brew
and slide into temptation
Shallow night upon your plight
give death to good decision
on belly crawl to scratch and claw
the dark and day division
Still to stand as simple man
make choice and dark deny
waking to a day that's new
with stars in midnight's sky

Pages Turn

Rift in time to self remind
the passing of the ages
Moments lost in heartache tossed
upon the turning pages
Lest we read the warnings lead
to loss or revelation
Found the strength in time at length
though there from our creation
Perfect soul ourselves control
unfold by imitation
Made to dance in happenstance
our only complication
Days to come when readings done
and pens do end their scrawling
the sands of time to slow and wind
the final trumpets calling
Still we fill the pages til
the falling of the curtain
Things unknown though time moves on
the only thing that's certain

Ripple

Kaleidoscope of color
painting swirled anticipation
Canvas of reflection
in protection of relation
Time that's spent on compliment
knowing no new complication
Searching who we are by far
a stirring revelation
Held in starry fashion
cross still waters of the mind
Reaching out to weighing doubt
ripple back by God's design
Flowing in and out again
from sin to resurrection
Kaleidoscope of color
swirling in our own reflection

Moments Dance In Circumstance

Depth in all we are so far
suffered heart til death defend
Little do we know how much
we're meant to comprehend
Gypsies far from home it seems
with heaven all around
echoes of the past are cast
to linger where they're bound
Specters of the passing time
to shine through meadow's heart
Warming to our secret thoughts
that stands a man apart
Fevered chill that's burning still
comes laughter and regret
Nothing more than thankful for
the hope to make more yet
Though moments dance in circumstance
hearts are steady thoughts defend
The choice of will to journey still
til death decides the end

Illumination Revelation

Light is shifting swaying
dancing dreaming through the leaves
filtered in a spark and then
it finds us on our knees
Illumination knowing
shedding past with time in passing
every moment here and gone
like memories life is flashing
The wind comes gently calling
falling fast on indecision
to dive and dance through circumstance
our hearts impart division
Settled still by strength of will
the drive of things unknown
the falling of the leaves
as time is passing now it's gone
Still the light unaltered
comes through bright and dances on
illumination knowing
every moment here and gone

Tis Night Upon The Hourglass

Daylight descend transition
afternoon to bow to night
Hourglass to slowly pass
our sands upon their flight
Moments caught forever
casting shadows over time
left to smile as all the while
the bell remains to chime
Guarded passion deep in sleep
protect your river's flow
burn inside to self confide
those waters raging so
Upon the banks though sometimes wading
stealthy currents I am cast
yearning pull me under
washing clean at longing last
Ripple rush to pools of pleasure
see that written on your face
a wanton smile that all the while
is quick to find it's place
Burning skin as hot as midday sun
force and fight for love's position
afternoon gave way to night
now night and day transition

Casting Shades On Jaded Heart

Midnight all around us
wrapped in moonlight falling in
Time is of the essence
on it's presence we depend
Time my fickle friend
to grant a wish and take away
the passing of the seasons
and the daylight blue to gray
Distance playing parts
as hearts do dance to mingle mix
Longing true as penance due
time to comfort heal and fix
Moment caught in memory
casting shades on jaded heart
meant to mend forever
as the broken pieces part
Enraptured by it's power
meadow bright with calming wind
Midnight all around us
with the moonlight falling in

Smolder

Love strokes to paint a picture
with each smile upon her face
her beauty is reflected
though protected touch to taste
Smoothing hair with roughened fingers
soft to coarse and silky smooth
The beauty of my mornings
hips that rise to match my move
Ever slight come words of pleasure
whispered soft as breath on skin
smallest flinch as teeth are clenched
my love is driving in
Forced upon her wanting
questioned not she answers back
with rhythmic falls as passions calls
in love expand contract
In throes of thrillful wanting
flaunting bodied recognition
to spread the knees and softly squeeze
her love into submission
Sliding deep in satisfaction
waves are crashing down her back
As still in rhythmic time we find
our lungs expand contract
Upon this sweet exhaustion
sweat is mixed and heat does smolder
Upon your back to rise retract
my lips upon your shoulder.

Weather Our Endeavor

Perfect night and thunder's chorus
coming for us our perdition
Thought provoked by rising smoke
and clouded indecision
Upon the vale a tolling bell
and lightning on the sky
Still to weather our endeavor
for our love the reasoned why
Seasoned by the storms
upon the scape they come to cross
Making sure our hearts endure
no matter what the final cost
Paths by which we're walking
blinding dark and lonely stroll
Emerging from the other side
despite the biting cold
Look to heaven's answer
can you read the signs you're given
if so proceed to stop recede
from all the love you're given
Perception of the storm is worn
by time interpretation
By seeing through the graying hue
upon your heart's elation
Lightning flash as storms do pass
our meadow-ed heart again is swaying
Thought provoked by lifting smoke
As thunder's chorus still is playing.

Midnight In The Garden

Morning came by love cascading
fading night into the past
Shadows back to corners
healing rays are slowly cast
Midnight in the garden
of my heart comes complication
as morning's hue and glistening dew
a healing convocation
Birth anew each moment
endless hope of opposition
lending dreams the warming beams
give birth to hearts ambition
Burning hot to ashy ember
we remember passion's clutches
yet find a way to pass the play
that leads into it's rushes
The midday sun consuming
glaring down and taking pleasure
in hoping he can burn us out
and keep the drought forever
Still deep runs loving waters
swirling swift inside to flow
Carving out the coming tide
no pride for letting go
Crash the coming tidal
waves to wash away the past
to leave behind the truth refined
and things we mean to last

On The Wings of Dreaming

Time our river flowing
diving deep to forming thought
sifting through our dreams it seems
redeemed and gently caught
Through the night
they too take flight
without our recollection
time our river flowing
knowing not it's new direction
On it's rapids crashing
smashing hope and birthing new
from the ash to dart and dash
cycle back to circle through
Here we grow unknowing
nothing more than everything
Importance on those waters gone
and hope to which it brings
Off into our dreaming
still we forge into the fight
to rage against the river
saving time as dreams take flight

Out On The Heart's Horizon

Break of light to me come swiftly
warmth on skin we had forgotten
Amidst a dream or so it seemed
here on this sea of cotton
Slide I do into you
still water on your ocean drift
out there the heart's horizon
storms amiss to clear and lift
Skies are mine for glancing
chancing not to ruin our pleasure
Your thought is such an endless thing
explore your deepest treasure
Your warming wind on skin descend
pray to wake this not forgotten
Break of light come swiftly
lift me from my sea of cotton