This Morning's Faded Frost

Golden as the morning sun
as light comes charging in
Nothing lasts as moments pass
like words through quickened pen
Soaking in the moments
like the ink to page does flow
love or loss to cherish toss
we're holding on and letting go
The ebb of life like colors
blue to black and fade to gray
reflection on these thoughts our own
a golden guide to light the way
Fury of the race we pace
hold tight to every minute
nothing stays though love delays
the wonder we find in it

Human Nature

Is it human nature
ambitious hearts desire,
to push until we fall apart
too many irons to fire.
Too many buns to bake my friend
far too many words to write,
seems as if this war ignores
too many fists to fight.
Miraculous in truth no proof
divine in legislature,
can a man to life command
the call of human nature.

Raindrops

A million tiny lovers dance
to sounds of their creation
twisting, turning, yearning
for an earthly congregation
Thoughts and composition
mix together come apart
from the storm in which we're born
now back again to start
Gather in the masses planned
ascension and descension
wanting nothing but to dance
no need for worldly pension
Start to end begin again
to cycle for salvation
a million tiny lovers dance
to sounds of their creation