by Father Mother Earth Once gave birth To a child A child of mine In celebration Of this occasion I gave him love. My child, my son Wherever you may be When you come When you see Where you are There I’ll be.
by Father And now my time has come So I’ll just say goodbye And please, please don’t you cry At least don’t cry for me For at last my heart is free I’ll sing my song again In some strange and distant land Far from those who knew me As just another man.
by Father The eyes of our dreams Aren’t blue Or brown Or green But soft and clear Like joyful tears Flooding the gates Of caution Spontaneous In their escape; The eyes of our dreams Aren’t green Or brown Or blue And they don’t sleep For sentries Never do.
by Father She loved me more Than I ever knew Then like the wind upon my face She kissed me softly Then danced away Disappearing Without a trace Her love was strong But oh so silent Like the truth Amid confusion But I took her wrong And missed her song Leaving my life Mere illusion
by Father Time Is so polite Every time It opens a door Ahead For you It closes Another Behind
by Father My shadow moves in darkness It won’t be seen with me It comes around when the sun goes down Begging to be free “I used to follow Where you led I used to follow tight But you embarrassed me Too many times So release me to the night”
by Daughter My shadow walks farther than I She is leaving me behind Despite her efforts to warn me I do not hear. She is too far ahead All of her wisdom And foresight is lost My shadow leaves me behind.
by Father The significance Of what an artist Evokes Is not usually formed Until the final stroke And the meaning of Why two lovers love Is seldom seen But through the eyes Of their dreams
by Father A half empty glass Once held a toast In the past To the future – Catching up with yesterday Never catching on to tomorrow; And the wind blows And the air is cold And the floor creaks And the shadows creep Out of the walls And stroll through the halls Calling me by …
by Daughter I want to create a straight line from here to there from grief to whole but instead grief has drawn circles for me to follow. I went to your grave to put my hands in the Earth my palms pressed into the dirt to deliver the love I neglected to bestow and I …