Lifes Work

Dare we dream of silent secrets Resounding in the endless night Enveloped in the cloak of the moon? Adrift, free, welling in the light My limbs touch nothing but stars Swirling without sound, without sight.

As I dream Dare I let my thoughts wonder Sour into the abyss Never have I restrained a vision The hope to have peak thought… I’m still dreaming

Through the old dry eyes the tight lipped man sees exploitation only the breakdown of nature His hands swollen and rough from the many hard years of caressing the land His dreams no longer contain the youthful light they once held they now picture his future his death lonely, maybe in the dark cold of an ally behind the piled garbage He sees no comfort in his loneliness no hope of new companionship So he stands his face and shoulder pressed firmly against the cold stone wall a wall that has become his friend one wall which borders the ultra rich People who are looking for a few nights nights when they can be treated with the respect they think they deserve Men and women dressed in thousand dollar gowns and suites acting as if the word was created for them They strut past the mans distant gaze ignoring his hard chiseled face and his strange broad shoulders He stretches closing the weak eyes The rain begins to fall dripping from his chin as aged forbidden tears.

When you told me you loved me Did I not trust you? Do I not believe in all the things You do? I gave you all my faith And all my love and trust I just wanted it back With a little bit of lust. It could have been better If I only had made you see. You always accused me Of see other girls You wouldn’t believe what I said I saw it in your eyes. I wish you would believe When I say that I was true When I say that out of everyone There was only you!

THE GIRL IN STAGE The other side of the wall I will stay Staring through the glass Looking at you so soft Seeing the way you move You float through my heart As you walk across the room You have no idea who i am Nor do you care I don’t mind Just to catch a glimpse of you tender Different are you from most Mysterious and tempting Many have you in their eye They asked I refrain Only one word have I spoke No more do I plan to Enough is enough I’ll bask in your answer No regrets I pray Things might happen if I set them free