Either Way

Like a flash of lightening,  fallen star

the breath before the song,

as it contemplates the space ahead,

a swivel, turn, then gone:

It is a mind that falls to make

the planets all turn right,

and even forceful powers of fate

are reduced by the mind and finite.

With such ease it could have been,

a familiar Northern flight.

Not a moments time to bend

with so many ends in sight.

 

 

 

 

The Back Road

Back road, back road, drifting aimlessly

Back road back road, many sights to see,

Glittery skies and tall mountain pines,

They grow and fall with the fires of time

Whether the burning blazing kind,

Or the dollar signs in peoples’ eyes

How now spirit, what hold have you here?

The enchantment of the spring rain,

Inner peace in the world’s chaos game

The growth of your soul while it all stays the same?

No one, nowhere, nothing to hold

Will be that ocean’s last standing wave,

if the fall is to the side of life,

and you’re not in the center to make the play.

Back road, Back road, drifting aimlessly,

Back road, back road, many sights to see.

Fairy Lights

Humming birds and fireflies,

gentle fairies flying light

No rain nor wind shall pull thee down

the air is yours is all around.

So as it goes, the world is neither

only within and not without

and all those lights a floating past

the same as yours, lit  by en eye

determined to fade like day into night

such as with like love, a fire most bright

and source and destination aside,

the power that moves bestows peace in the flight.

 

 

Roses

I think of you in the dark of night,

and in the fresh light of morn,

somewhere in the mist, our souls

parted ways, and we were born.

 

Rose petals climb the trusses

a soft texture on the walls,

no free will sends those roses high,

primordial growth, from the first light of time.

 

Alas, if love is like a rose,

it surely knows which way to grow,

yet trees and clouds obscure the way,

and adjacent brambles snare and sway.

 

One a morning fair, I passed the rose

and sang a sweet old tune,

and the sun is bright and the sky as blue

than when our love was in full bloom.