What Was

Up and down, in and out

I don’t know if I can catch up without

Without feeling the rhythms of a drum

The solo mission…  as it has become

Interpreting what really is…

Therefore never knowing what was

We seek out in the sky above

A voice, a sound, and maybe rain

Wash away all of thy pain

So we can breathe again

Become friends again

Laugh again

Play again

End…

Cire

Rush

Color is to Autumn as love is to marriage,

For leaves change and loves bliss sways,

We tend to observe the surface.

 

Temperature lowered and temperament despair,

The layers become thicker and attitudes flair,

We tend to observe the surface.

Cire

Stolen Moments

A glance,

From across the room

A stance,

In a space of time

A chance,

I never assumed

A dance,

Would make her mine

Per chance,

We’d meet again

Per chance,

We’d drink red wine

Per chance,

I will assume

Stolen moments are this divine.

Cire

Reality

Written while in the mood, circa 2009.

Hold on to the last breath,

As in water the fish crew

As in air the birds glide

As in clouds the moisture weeps

As in earth’s core nature burns

As in stars while they glisten

As in planets revolving the sun

As in a fragrance passing your nose

As in kids having fun

As in Ella scatting the blues

As in rain producing food

As in Grandma’s apple pie

As in tears in our eyes

As in rainbows filling the sky

Now let go with a sigh…

Cire