Yellow Fields

find me by the rivers, the dell of morning
where the yellow fields are born into light of the day
the frost from the ground, deepens the hue
glistening, in the dawn, traveling through a cool afternoon
the light dances with me, the waters running
close by, i hear the movement, the pace of the time
that penetrates my mind, and gives me new reason
to seek forth on this day
i stretch out my hands, my fingers to the moment
a place now, where i can no longer feel, for the light in this hour
is driving me onward
past these thoughts that linger in the days of you
in this yellow mist
of afternoon's breathe, the day is moving
changing, with the season, the fall of leaves
is giving reason for me to believe that there is more
than the sadness i feel, more than the loneliness of the wheels
that have been traveling through me, grinding in metal and blue
on this day, i take this light, in the arms of my sight
my fingers reach, outstretched, and dissolve into the cool sunlight
my thoughts, my memories, find
to a place, an instant, where i belong, in the silence of sound
a quiet that envelopes me in this hour, on this day at hand
all others may chose to weep, but not i
for discovery is in the sands of this time
falling, slipping away, as my awareness
shall last past this day, into tomorrow
next week, for all life, in time, the candles are lit
in the trees tonight, for the memory of the yellow glow
still holds this forest true, despite the memory
that still lingers
in my heart still roaming through these thoughts of you

One True Heart

it is here, i would take my heart
here, i would watch the world, fall apart
the might of the winds, the corners of the seas
fallen, belonging no more to the weight
the change, the ways of life
that people always live, not knowing
never questioning, just moving on
past the days, in the hours, laughing
singing, the merriment of centuries wrapped inside
warm, snuggling with soft delight
in a light of morning, in a light smitten by the dawn
whose image sees, but never reveals
the truth of what each of us feels
i want to move past, on into the sea
the waters that roll, move forth
from the clouds in the heavens
to the oceans on this earth
see what my eyes can see, and in blinds, see some more
past the edge of time, in the infinity of another's rhyme
beauty entwined, not with guile, but only release
in the heat of a presence, that my senses taste
with every open breath, on their lips
the water is drenched, and i move on through
continuing on, with all in you, that we could ever see
not with laughter, not with warmth, and true beauty of memory
i know the face of your soul, the way to seek passage
into this world i know, but your body is lost
somewhere on this earth, somewhere in the fields
of industry and decay
i must hold my breath, for one day i shall see
the color of change, washing over me
somewhere here, i know i belong
in the ways of beauty, and the honesty of our heart's
one true song

Spaces of Dream

in the trance of life in dream
i wander to the place
where all but seems
to drift away, in the space of an hour
off, to a point, that races on
onward, somewhere, where it cannot be seen
not by me, as i dance
in the mirror of this scene
that reflects forgiveness
that speaks to give us
guidance, so that we might follow
off, into space, the twilight of stars
burning bright, growing closer
as we take the night
from all the world of fear
that still holds us here, firmly on the ground
i am found in this longing
the reasons, on the edge of time
that pushes me past, the streets
that still do not know, my name
in the names of kings, of thieves
the parallels running, into the thought of a dream
a place, a point, where the space is returned, back into me
through a trance, that awakens, and becomes all that i see
here, with my eyes, for no more surprise
as a smile is a day, that truth witnessed as i belong
to the echo of song, far off, in distant memory
for she is by tomorrow, in tomorrow, the space
of reason, the chance of season, that melts a day
far from the heights, that once rose this way
here inside, this trance i am found, dancing alone
in this dark and lonely place, in the spaces of a dream

Days Gone By

in the days gone by
the life, the dreams
the reasons lie full beside
my heart, in ways
that are often unseen
by you or by me
in the color that drifts
or solemny swifts
running down by the stream
where you and i once lived
in the hollow, calling tomorrow
such words, that are seldom heard
in this place of peace, of quiet
of dream, inside, i feel what seems to be forever
walking beside, the moment in my head
i no longer see, and often
no longer can feel, what is right
what is wrong, what is truth
i long for a place that i belong
to fill myself full of laughter
to drink until, this thirst is quenched
in the rivers of romance, red and warm
a color to the taste of morning
as the sun rises in the east, bringing with it
a day full of peace, that drenches us with cool
thoughts, of years we have yet to see
together, running through these thoughts of you and me
i am blind by the light of these sights
for i cannot see what is left
of your face, that burns in the race of the day
are you here with me now? or waiting for me
in some other way, that my journey will find
someday, one day, alone, with you, i know our hearts
will speak a truth, and know the moments together
that at last, will piece together, the years of blindness
the days unseen, only here with you
as we both wake from this dream

Transform

enter the world of dream
the proximity to me
seems to be, lost in
the bellows, the annals, that travel
downward, into time, around the seconds
that beat, when my heart, it sees
the sight of rhyme, in a world i once knew
in this world of thought, the life that it builds
slowly falls apart, as we seek reason before truth
ideas lost in our youth, a world of such fascination
not seen in the eye, not described by words
as the day passes us by, though the moments are not gone
the heart seeks a passage, into a traveling soul
a companion, to merge, to seek for reason
but not to find, the glory of a world, that cannot be seen
with the naked eye, only felt with a heart
only felt in the death, of all we know
a birth of tomorrow, that remembers nothing of today
those thoughts of love, passing away
as we walk from silence, into the screaming world outside
inside, i live in dream, hold fast to the ideas
the beauty that thrives in the memory of dream
where you and i can be, inside, all that lives in the sea
the waters cool, refreshed, undulate, i take one last breathe
before i return to my body, the physical world, that still holds me fast
in the possession, of some lost resurrection
that transformed energy, roaming free, into the body i see
when i look at the world, outside of you and of me

A World in Slumber

to the world, to the world in slumber
i ask you wake, awake from dream
listen to me, with patient ears
see me, with patient eyes
hear the thoughts, the madness
the screams on this night
hear me, as i tumble through these feelings
the reasons, that keep me moving
i have got to move on, find a truth
a place where it all belongs
to rest, to dress myself with the morning
of a day, new and clean, the meaning
has yet to be seen, by my eyes
by the tears, as i cry, here, tonight
the loneliness seems to me
more than my body, can carry with these
thoughts, these hours, the tired movement
that stills by the breath of this night
i am scared, and full of fright
for the moment to come, it all comes too soon
for me to sort through these dreams
that wake me from sleep, only to keep me
from the identity that seeks to bring me out of this place
the hollow scene, replaced with supple, fruitful
dream, of song, the holiness that beckons to cleanse
grant forgiveness, so all that mends, here, on this night
i am but a child, speaking, as you listen
listen to me, waking from sleep, hoping to keep
just one more night for me, as the world spins
spinning, it is all i can see, beneath that part of sleep
that keeps me connected, to this world inside of me

The Ways in Blindness

it where the blindness falls on me
the whispers, the glows of light
that trickle through the day and on into the night
i believe that a way is a way through
only to see that madness and darkness build and ensue
through the breaking color, through the breaking wave
of love, death, rebirth, the trend of forever beating
on the ends of time, waiting for a reason
to call an end to the line, of such fascination
that yields before us, where the twilight fades
and resurrections bathes us with warmth and solace
i am not here, nor there, in blindness
by the sections of the earth i have yet to see
or feel, between my fingers pulse
i hold on to you, the thoughts, the memories
the weights and pressures, of your skin moving on mine
a belief in such wonder, a reason for the day
just to say your name, just to say, i will
and follow you through these hours, through these moments
where weeks on end to months, no way has my heart gone
and fallen over again, not now, not this time
as the darkness still reaches
i feel her grasp on my heart at night
as i wander through this wonder, as i dance through the day
my heart skipping, leaving trails of memories behind me
just in case i lose my way, i can find my way back home
back to the beginning, in chance of reason
where blindness in my sight lets me see
all these trails left waiving, wandering, both behind, and in front of me