Silent Wings
All of time’s passing is a silent flight
An owl whose ancient wisdom ever grows
Carrying on despite how desperately we fight
We age from our eyes first, creases and lost sight
Slowly, the rest of our body faithfully follows
All of time’s passing is a silent flight
We seek to hinder the inevitable fading of our light
Too strong is the current that through us flows
Carrying on despite how desperately we fight
Memories made and fade, as the emotions they incite
Like all things they will meet again at life’s close
All of time’s passing is a silent flight
Each of us will reckon with what we thought right
The peace of eternity is the only thing that knows
Carrying on despite how desperately we fight
Taking everything from us with its endless might
And giving us all we have in both highs and lows
All of time’s passing is a silent flight
Carrying on despite how desperately we fight
The Road
Old road signs call out for attention,
Gravestones of long buried memories
Faded, but just clear enough to sting
With the dreaded feeling that the past
Was not what it should have been,
No more improved for the hindsight
But if time will only ever flow one way
There is hope that the road will stretch,
Far enough beyond the troubled times
Away from the faded, stinging thoughts
Shrinking into nothing but shadows
Until they are forever out of sight
Dawn of Dusk
Horizon churns a cool, blue-white
The scene of daytime falls
And the mountains turn to shadow
Slowly sinking into the night
Warm, rose hued tones climb high
As Selene begins to waken
Heaven strains to hold the light
Fire races across a molten sky
Cold, black gold twilight at the fore
The sun’s nightly eulogy spoken
Starshine glimmers in a dreamy trance
Evening’s spell is cast once more
Within
A bird whose wings abound
With strength beyond all peers
Stays silently on the ground
As others take flight and soar
Gazing with wonder she cries
At the cruelty of a befallen fate
That chained her from the skies
With a heavy burdened soul
Only inside her deepest fears
There is a truth silently hiding
Disguised by her own tears
That she could rise again
Two Hunters and the Snow
Too often this life sings us a cacophony of lies
To tame our spirit and disconnect us from ourselves
But when our inner nature chooses to speak
And forces us to acknowledge what is within
The mind must sit and listen so entranced
Understanding dawning, realization thrumming
The way a delicate hummingbird can hover
Beating its wings fast enough to be still
A wild soul resounds with terrifying power
Forced out of the cosmos, pulled down from the stars
It thunders and rings out like the bell of gods
A sound which can split the very light in the sky
The only thing capable of delivering revelations
Telling me that I had been wrapped in chains
Sad remains of the cruelty of being loved imperfectly
Not for who I was but for who another wanted me to be
And I have heard the voice of a wild heart call out
Laced so intricately with the hope of salvation
That unmistakable, mournful baritone cry
Desperate and impassioned, pleading to be heard
The heart carries on despite a lifetime’s sorrow
The origin of affliction and remedy for its fever
Warning to not feel fear so deep it drags you under
Singing the incantation of a true believer
And the hope that persists within my pain
That sings so sweetly with a wild songbird’s lilt
Told me to touch the light that would show
That the truth I was afraid of could set me free
Let the walls of deception and rejection crumble
If I listened to the sacredness of the earth beneath
And felt the certainty I had come to know with time
I could escape forever from the prison of my mind
Shed
Approaching the sacred without fear of death
I sought to offer you the way to transform
Just as buds became flowers in that garden
To shed the skin of ignorance in favor of light
View the world through eyes of the divine
Provide illumination of the mind and rebirth
This new vision would require your rebirth
But it would also mean facing the death
Of things you loved and thought divine
Such death would be how you transform
And look with new eyes to see the light
The truth which hid beyond the garden
A womb safe and fruitful was the garden
The place of the first birth and rebirth
Shielded from the curse of blinding light
To keep eternal and know not of death
Never having want or need to transform
This was the promise of the worldly divine
Promises were also the secrets of the divine
Secrets that were not whispered in the garden
The secret was the ability to know, to transform
That you have the command of your own rebirth
And you could understand the urgency of death
Be warmed rather than blinded by this light
You were cheated, told to fear that light
Fed a frightful, outrageous lie by the divine
Told that to know truth would mean death
Everything you want is already in the garden
Stay in darkness and you will not need rebirth
Ignore why it is you have a desire to transform
I let you fulfill that desire to transform
Feel the warm weight of the knowing light
The stunning enlightenment of your rebirth
Have knowledge that it is you who are divine
You who is the womb and life of the garden
The one with power to create life out of death
You could transform into the supreme divine
See the light that filled the world outside the garden
Understand that rebirth is the same as death
Moth Medicine
The moth that flutters gently at the darkest times
Seeking the light that feels so impossible to find
Settles occasionally upon what might be nearest
To the brilliance of joy that that once danced
Within the heart that now weighs so heavily
Will one day cease its rustling wings and still
Not because the need for light in the dark is gone
But because the darkness has become small enough
To carry more easily through the days that remain
Charade
There are those who attempt to convince us
Being tough with your children is a favor to them
Prepares them for the world’s harshness, teaches them to expect disappointment and loss
But there is ample time to become hardened and rough
I promise you, I will never do you this favor
I will fight to keep gentle your thoughts and mind
Hide those harsh things away in my own heart
To forbid them from reaching you
Ensure your little spirit is light and beautiful
Until the world makes it impossible to continue my charade
Even when I don’t know if it will ever be ok again
Because sometimes when you sleep I can hear you dream
When I lie awake thinking of my failures
As I promise myself I will do better tomorrow
Pray you don’t notice the hastily packed lunch
And the wrinkles on the uniform I didn’t press
Or the fact that a drive through is dinner, yet again
Hope that a cold shower did enough
To wash the stinging redness from my face
Which would be too clear a view of reality
That all the guilt and fear could slip down the drain
Dissolve in the water and disappear forever, never finding you
Desperate that you will remember the good days
That I can give you a house full of stories and songs
Overflowing with all the love I could ever create
I wish for those dreams to come true someday
No matter how unlikely this world will make them