by Daughter Is it possible That when my great loves die Part of me goes with them Half of my heartbeats Leaving me with half of my energy Half of my memories Leaving me with half of my identity Are those pieces There in the liminal space In the fog of changes Neither with me …
by Father You’re a dream And dreams must fly If you catch one Or tame one It soon dies And once you have it Firm in your hand That dream will never Ever fly again – I’ve caught some dreams But I set them free Because my dreams Couldn’t live with me.
by Father I have heard The message of spring I have seen The love it can bring I have opened the letters Of winters ages And I have felt the warmth In their pages And I have read The book of you And it made me richer Than I ever knew.
by Father If you think My songs Are songs Of sorrow Not joy You’re mistaken Love is life It must be taken Where it’s found And if it’s lost It’s worth the cost For we are here For just one reason And we are bound With every move With every sound To find each other …
by Father Time is a trickster That morphs in and out of our minds By bits and pieces Fragments float Through our consciousness Disrespecting any sense of order or sequence It is even absorbed into and becomes part of Our daydreams and nightmares Time plus imagination Is reality
by Father So many thoughts in aimless wander So many days worthlessly spent So many years in endless longing For life Faceless mannequins With more personality and charm Than their models As silence sounds its call to night To wed with darkness and faint shadows The memory of hope rushes out Only prints in the …
by Father Maybe all I want now Is the anticipated rain Thunder in the distance A far off haunting train Nothing else around me But the growling of the wind And a piercing cold emotion That wants it all to end To ride a bolt of lightning Through the blackness of the sky To see …
by Father My birthday began In the wind And the words From the birds And the sun Drank the water From the earth’s veins And the fathers of the towering forests And the mothers Of the infant grass Gave to me Their gifts And I took them As love takes time And they were mine …
by Father A fragment of time A momentary line Linking You and I But couldn’t it be That we are the answer To each others question Or are the bonds behind That bind you And blind you Stronger than mine And your dreams Do they seem Much more real Than you feel About me.
by Father I’ve made the mistake Of wanting to be Everything To everyone Of wanting someone To be everything To me And of wanting Tomorrow Today And having to have Everything My own way.