Snow Angel

I’m laying down yet staring up into the vast blue sky,
my arms outstretched beside me feel light enough to fly,
here there are no broken dreams or pockets full of lies,
no black rain cloud of tear drops or incomplete goodbyes.

Snow angel, snow angel, open your wings,
open your arms to whatever life flings,
Snow angel, snow angel lift up your eyes,
reach for the heavens and break for the skies.

I’m rising and falling in quick easy motions
my spirit has risen above vast blue oceans
my heart has been drowned in a sea of emotion
I never knew feelings could rouse such commotion

Snow angel, snow angel, open your wings
open you arms to whatever life flings,
snow angel, snow angel lift up your eyes,
reach for the heavens and break for the skies.

Ocean Eyes

The blazing sun glints off the snow,
an ocean of crystals dazzle my eyes,
tears rain down my cheeks like stars
traversing through the midnight skies.

My misty breath floats in the light,
It glimmers like a shining knight
neath’ a canopy of blue and white,
then rapidly it fades from sight
into the silver sun.

Yet though this love is beautiful,
I’m frozen stiff before its face,
my salty tears have turned to ice,
my very life it would erase.

My lips are frozen still and blue,
a glaze of ice I can’t see through,
winters love is proved untrue
and breathlessly I turn to you
stretching out my hands.

Cruel love leaves a bitter taste
who can stand before this cold?
You take me underneath your wing,
and faithfully, my heart you hold.

Though winters knocking at my door,
her faithless beauty I abhor,
her endless pleading I ignore,
but ‘your’ voice I’ll love forever more,
I hide you in my heart.

Every day when God looks down,
I call him to my soul,
and thank him for your treasured life
for he is in control.

I blossom in your warm embrace,
and look into your joyful face,
I’m lost somewhere in time and space,
as our fingers interlace,
you light my eyes with wonder.

Gods blazing love and cherished grace
glint through your ocean eyes,
and tears rain down my cheeks like stars
traversing through the midnight skies.

Strange Design

The yellow pages hold no hope,
of seeing who I am,
I'm like a pool, crystal clear
I'm slipping through your hand.

I'm whispering into your ear,
my gifts like rain descend,
but your features veiled by a frown
my love you condescend.

Foolishly your thoughts elope,
they cannot leap the Rhine,
looking out across the water,
your eyes out on the line...

follow me child, follow me into this strange design,
let my wings enfold your heart, your happiness is mine.

Traces of me

A sticky note, a paper boat, a letter to a friend,
a painted room, a seed in bloom, a tear that's on the mend,
a keyboard buried deep beneath a veil of fingerprints
a line of footprints in the snow are leaving subtle hints

A hook and line, long lost inside the belly of a fish,
a dandelion whispers thanks to a windblown wish,
a strand of hair caught in a bush is floating in the breeze,
small branches broken here and there within collective trees,

the world turns beneath the sun, and covers half her face,
my existence lost within may seem to leave no trace,
but like a leaf taped to a tree, or silent tear drops in the sea,
everything I've touched in passing bears a trace of me.

Slow Fade

Come to me O night of sorrow,
fall upon mine eyes,
find me neath the weeping willow,
never gain to rise.

The bleeding hearts have tangled me,
I lay my spinning head,
I'm leaning closely into thee,
shy roses are my bed.

Soft petals of deep crimson,
glow in the dreamy silver light
a wreath of thorns beneath the moon,
bleed into the inky night.

All things bright and beautiful,
become old and often times decade,
but even for the setting sun,
it's a slow fade.

Shadows wrap me in their arms,
death holds out her gentle hand,
I float into the sleepy stillness
fading from this crippled land.

Lost Horizon

My feet tread ground where God has bled,
my heart bares guilt unspoken,
a cross, a tree, to hang the dead,
the guiltless and the broken.

I carved my path and set my stride,
but you were not there by my side,
no matter how I searched and cried
unveil my lost horizon.

The passage of my innocents
was blocked before I reached the day.
After years of reaching out,
you've left me here and gone away.

You bore my guilt and took my blame,
but even now I bare my shame
forgetting why I speak your name,
unveil my lost horizon.

Collective thoughts and promises,
a broken view of who I am,
forget me if I turn not back,
I cannot recall from whence I came.

When you are not within my sight,
I cannot decipher wrong from right,
so search me out and shed some light,
unveil my lost horizon.

Wings to fly

Feel the music deep within,
break your heart with haunting cry,
than lift you higher than the sun,
and give your soul the wings to fly.
The rise and fall, your grasping breath,
she throws herself with all her might,
against the walls within your chest,
until you can no longer fight.
The tears that well up in your eyes,
when your heart beats like a drum,
the longing to break for the skies,
as you feel the gentle thrum.
You feel the music deep within,
break your heart with haunting cry,
than lift you higher than the sun
and give your soul the wings to fly.

A Little Life Poetry

Hairs clean, clothes washed, teeth brushed, life rushed,
makeup on, lunch gone, grab some bread, gotta run,
tied my shoes all neat and then
found a hole in my sock again.

Three big sweaters, and a coat,
one long scarf around your throat
sweat pants, snow pants, toque and mitts,
socks and boots, and then it hits,
off comes the entire costume
you’ve got to make it to the washroom.

Toaster, toaster, why do you,
Burn my toast thus, through and through,
I didn’t say to burn, or fry,
So maybe bagel’s just too high.

The nose is a rebellious beast,
From which flows a gruesome feast,
For someone who thinks it’s yummy,
When it plops down in their tummy.

When you are yelling at your sister,
and on your tongue there sit’s a blister,
and you are shouting angrily,
and you’re so mad you cannot see,
you clamp your teeth shut with a clatter,
on your tongue and it gets fatter,
and now your blister does not matter.

I’m rubbing paint off of my skin,
and scratching drips off of my chin,
I think my life is interesting,
I wish I had a song to sing.

Memories can't hold us together

My heart is sinking like the sun below the sea,
a green light flashes and it's gone,
a little glass of reassurance please, to help me breathe,
it shouldn't take this long.

I have a pale, but the water is passed my knees,
cause I've been bailing alone,
I'm caving in, this ship has gone out from under me,
I'm wasted skin and bone.

Memories can't hold us together,
I've been pushing and pulling and breaking for you,
I thought we'd survive any weather,
but though we're still here, I'm not dragging you through, anymore.

We need to build off each other
some common interest would serve as the glue,
but though we're tearing apart one another,
I'd still run through the fire for you.

My heart is sinking like the sun below the sea,
a green light flashes and it's gone,
a little glass of reassurance please, to help me breathe,
it really shouldn't have taken this long.

Lonely on the table

The lights are dim like a sunset, simply hanging in the sky,
and the throbbing beat of the disco drum, carves a path as we slip by.
We laugh and shout above the noise, and for lack of empty chairs,
we dangle our feet from a table top, and avoid the awkward stares.

Then in a moment too quick for much say,
He walks up toward you and whisks you away.

You skip off to the beat of the disco drum
while your dance shoes scuff the floor and from
the corner I wave off the conversation
cause two on the table is better than one.
Lonely on the table.

When the music is over, he brings you right through
and I make more room on the table for you,
but everyone always makes plans of their own
In a moment I’m gone, leaving you all alone.

Because in a moment too quick for much say
He walked up toward me and whisked me away.

I skip off to the beat of the disco drum
while my dance shoes scuff the floor and from
the corner you wave off the conversation
cause two on the table is better than one.
Lonely on the table.

He brings me back to the corner, and leaves me there with you,
and we strike up conversation again, find a topic somewhat new.
We improvise with the music, which is so loud no one cares,
who sings along, or what you do wrong, since no one ever hears.

Then in a moment too quick for much say,
They walk up towards us and whisk us away.

We skip off to the beat of the disco drum
while our dance shoes scuff the floor and from,
the corner we carry our conversation
cause four on the dance floor is better than none.
I say none on the table is better than one.

For Her Sake

A perfect rose, a virgin soul,
beautiful to her petals tips,
softer than the breath of wind
that whispers through her rosy lips.

Her dew glistened brightly in the sun,
as she was held out to the crowd,
their faces lit before her beauty,
the graceful way she stood so proud.

They passed her down from hand to hand,
beheld by many passing eyes,
as fingers fold her in, then on
until she knows not where she lies.

Petals dying, weak and bruised,
thorns are crushed into her stem,
shredded leaves fall to the ground,
she breaks beneath the hand of men.

Then fingers gently lift her up,
displayed before a thousand faces,
fire burns behind their eyes,
no mercy found for her disgraces.

A voice speaks out in deep disgust,
shouting out into the crowd,
shaking her within his fist, say's
"Who could ever love this now!?"

No forgiveness, no one speaks,
silence falls, unbroken still,
till a lonely cry bursts through the crowd,
"Jesus Christ! Our savior will!"

A young man bursts onto the stage,
tears are streaming down his face,
he gently takes the battered rose,
"Jesus Christ! The Lord of grace!

For her sake he came to die,
with his blood he bought her soul,
forgiveness has been found for her,
and Jesus Christ will make her whole!"

Harvest

The sun sets upon the glassy horizon
of still mirrored water, reflecting the sky,
the leaves are all turning to colors of burning
cherry, canola, and blossoming fire.
The flowers all faded where the sun was not shaded
and there's barely a whisper of wind to be felt,
the harvest draws nigh as the summer's gone by
and there's the fragrance of tender cut grass to be smelled.
Butterflies flutter by on the breath of the shadows
as they lengthen and lay down their heads on the ground,
fireflies come awake as the sky turns to midnight
and the night comes alive as they flitter around.

Fallen song

A song is falling from the clouds,
as children die among the crowds,
their laughter lay's it's wearied head
upon the streets their feet once tread.
Their blood runs cold upon the ground
while the smell of death creeps all around.
Homes with loved ones trapped inside,
collapse as children play outside.
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers,
are crushed beneath with many others,
dust and death choke out the sky
as in a heartbeat, people die.
Babies in their cradles crushed
beneath the ruins cries are hushed,
the song has fallen down to earth,
we contemplate what life is worth.
I hear about their pain and fears,
and watch them weeping through my tears.

The Whooping Crane

A strange song rises into the air,
the song of the whooping crane,
Around in the circle they move gracefully,
a circle inside a circle,
They raise their wings and lift their feet,
their heads rise and fall gently
silently they go around with an awkward grace.
Like outstretched hands,
their wings rise and fall in the motion of the dance,
the inward circle attain a slow frenzy,
then they stop.
The singers join the silent circle,
and the dance begins again,
the setting sun turns white to gold,
Sixteen white shadows dance the dance,
swaying with the grass,
Like captured magic being set free
darkness closes in, yet they continue,
whiter than clouds or lilies,
they dance illuminating the dark,
then in one quick movement,
they are gone,
though their song lingers,
so ends the dance of the whooping crane.

Untrimmed Bouquet

I walked into the kitchen, and found a big bouquet,
of beautiful red roses upon my breakfast tray,
I walked over to find a card and see who they were from,
I wondered how the person knew that I had wanted some.
I reached out to pick one up, (I chose the biggest rose)
But the moment that I took to sniff, it jumped and bit my nose!
I screamed, "AH!" and "Get it off!" though I knew no one was there,
then I leaped back about three feet, and tripped over a chair.
As I wrestled with the rose,
it's jaws still clamped upon my nose,
I heard excited 'aahs' and oohs'
many cheers, and many boo's.
I staggered up and looked around
to see what made this merry sound,
my straining eye fell on the tray,
upon which stood the big bouquet.
The roses were all jumping up and rattling their leaves,
then I saw the biggest rose was tearing up my sleeves,
I jerked it off and held it out...as far out as I could,
then I dropped it on the table where it fell upon the wood.
I stared at all the roses, and they stared back at me,
their champion was down and out as far as they could see.
Then everything was chaos, and roses were everywhere,
as if seeing their champion beaten down was more than they could bear.
Suddenly the champ was came to! He leaped up from his fall,
he wrapped himself around them to make sure he had them all,
He pulled them away from the edge, then turned and looked at me,
then leaped onto the windowsill, then out, and they were free!
The last glimpse I saw of the roses, was really quite a sight,
like watching a little garden jumping up and taking flight.
And I have never seen a rose, quite like those again,
but I've heard of several incidents from among my friends.
We tell our children tales, and weave stories about the rose,
and warn them all that if they're bad, it might just bite their nose.

Soldiers Thoughts

I long to go where wind won't blow,
where silence rains like dust,
where old decay will rot away,
and beauty turns to rust.
Underground they sleep so sound
upon their beds of earth,
the dead sleep on though all around,
the world weeps for all she's worth.
The soldiers life is hard to live
and no one thinks about
all the tears, fears, pain and dread
we could have lived without.
We try to win the battles,
bring the dead back home,
drag the wounded men away
and listen to them moan.
We wonder what it would be like
to be found among the dead,
upon the bloody fields of war
with a bullet through your head.
And upon that burning field,
the battle raging on,
your friends would slowly realize your dead,
you've passed, you're gone.
But you, your eyes would never see,
the noise would all have died,
you would never hear again
though cannons choke the sky.
And you would never even know,
who, or what went wrong,
you'd only be another man,
undoubtedly passed on.