Not Fade Away...

He felt like he

Lived his life beneath

A gun metal sky

All the days

Colorless and gray

Even his little

Burgandy raisin

Of a heart had

Faded away 

Chinatown

Sometimes you don't want to
Be the independent soul
Sometimes you are soft
And feel weak
Sometimes you wish
You were one of the lemmings
Sometimes you want to be
Heading for the precipice with the crowd
Sometimes it would be nice
To be a bald man in Chinatown

Days Get Short, Nights Get Long

She takes her evening walk
While the trees and shadows
Bend and whisper in funhouse ways
Red and orange leaves spin and whirl
At her feet in a carnival blur
She turns home to her book and wine
As the path fades in the twilight
Settled in by the fire for some quiet time
Will it be Morpheus or the Prince of Purgatory
Who keep her company tonight

The truth has been put on hold...

Deep Sleep

I had a dream I was asleep

At the bottom of the ocean deep

The waves so warm and comfortable

No one to wake me from my spell

A woman on the shore so bleak

Looked to the stars as if to shriek

I called out to comfort her

My lovely bed may be your cure

Slip 'neath the covers and join me here

I'll hold you close and calm your fear

When the fog lifts we may rise

And rub the sleep from our eyes

Til then we'll dream in our lover's nest

Where no soul can disturb our rest

Chain Of Being

Listening to leaves
Rattle like bones
Watching shadows
Dance like ghosts
Dreaming of Spring's
Promise of renewal
With calm sunshine
And hope eternal

Queequeg's Coffin

I've always let life wash me on it's shores
Alone on the seas of fate
With out compass or cares
Never a course or need of a chart
Confident through the storms
The clouds would pass, the sun return
And I would be captain once again
Somehow able to right myself
And start a new voyage
Until the last tempest
That left me high and dry
Unable to get my bearings
No compass or chart to be had
Exhausted from fighting time and tide
Alone and clinging to my last hope
As if it were Queequeg's coffin
Praying for a fair wind or a friendly face
At least Ahab had his whale