Simple Symphony To Me

Your voice a song that's playing
to my conscience does confide
that symphonies do still exist
and on the heart reside
that voice I love distracting
and impacting on it's own
your melody is in my head
long after you have gone
Upon the kiss of morning
hear the music in your breath
to dive into my afternoon
til nothing more of me is left
Consumed by tunes endearing
fearing soon I'd hear no more
your voice a song that's playing
saying what I'm hoping for.

Whispers of the Past Remind

The ghost of me I used to be
a portrait down the hall
pictures taken aging not
to tell our rise and fall
The struggle is the glory
life evasion lends erosion
stuck in time as prints remind
a time our hearts were frozen
Frigid not but furthered thought
a snapshot of the soul
tempered instrumental
never tarnished bought or sold
Simply just a moment
life was new and passions free
when time is gone reflect upon
the ghost you used to be

Time Is Nothing Borrowed

Floating past and weightless
looking down at my perception
trees with winds are swaying
and these thoughts are my reflection
Leaves upon the waters of
a still and calming tide
mirror hued of me renewed
to through our conscience glide
Moments here are passing fast
none more than just a minute
still I'm floating weightless
just my being, being in it
Changing time by ticking by
my presence to explore
borrowed time in fact designed
to wind down more and more
Still at peace and one with plans
to hang my heart to sleeves
floating past and weightless
ticking time and swaying trees

Prayer

Give to me your graces
hold me close I don't deserve,
protect me from all others
up to down and left to curve.
Guide me to the heavens
turn the sun to smiling faces,
keep me always hold me close
forever in your graces.