Peace to you…
Cotton ball clouds In a turquoise sky Soft breeze after the storms Storms come for all of us But after the storm comes the sweet peace Peace to you this blessed day. © Creative Commons Copyright 2013 *If you wish to share
Cotton ball clouds In a turquoise sky Soft breeze after the storms Storms come for all of us But after the storm comes the sweet peace Peace to you this blessed day. © Creative Commons Copyright 2013 *If you wish to share
The rain falls gently this easy morning And I lie half asleep Listening to the soft rain on the leaves Of the wonderful four old growth trees That bless my backyard and me They have conspired to bring The fox,
The gentle rain made love all day To the thirsty and open earth The rain caressed all the tender folds Fertilizing the earth for summer And its flowers exploding blossoms In ecstasy of life and joy and satiation. © Creative
Midnight tolls its chime I try to ignore it because I know I need the sleep Still the chime tolls and another Night of sleep is a night of sleep And roaming and writing and wanting And waiting for the
Always seems to melt away Or slam the door No one to blame Except maybe me Don’t know if I can fall that way again It ain’t about a harder heart Or even a heavier soul It’s just that I’ve been
The traveler boards yet another plane This time to cross the continent As always he boards with her On his mind, in his heart Filling all he is With desire and wanting Wanting beyond desire? Desire beyond wanting? It is the cost
Light breaks this very early morning Wind rocks the tree limbs Day won’t be still nor quiet I’ve watched and waited For the coming of day So much to do today Thinking and struggling about all I must do, all there
Sometime between day and night Sleep visited here for a moment, but Hurried on for some reason Someone else close was ready for sleep Too much to think about with you So far from me How are you? When will I
The early, early birds are chirping In the very first part of The pre-dawn morning There is an order you see To the coming of day We have alarms and buzzers And all sorts of things built to Wake us to
Lord have mercy, man You’ll be ridin’ these roads Till God calls you home Don’t ya know Crossroads ain’t gonna let you go Just like Gregg Allman sang A back-end full of books And dirty clothes A head full of ideas and A