drop by drop it comes

all that we ask for will go down the spout
the flow of water never seems to cease
although we count it as an art of peace
we're predators not brothers with the trout
each of our actions will lead us to flout
all rules that do not lead to our release
the hope we have is for growth and increase
there's never room for worry or for doubt
what measures hope we never want to know
the warmth of day oppresses in a rush
pain that comes suddenly is a bad start
rather we want the shining and the glow
the midday hubbub falling to a hush
and sunshine that will pierce to the heart

one more curve

having now answered all that one was asked
the moment comes when nothing's left to do
a time of glory when all things unmasked
not one thing's left that's not open to view
yet being unblessed as yet with that great gift
to know the right thing and to say it right
even when one has reached the final rift
seeing below one's feet old and vicious night
still one's own heart may leap or skip a beat
knowing how much has actually been done
the work the sweat and all the cold and heat
of deeds completed under relentless sun
what then must we as creators achieve
that others might accept and then believe

thus said the bird

so in the end we'll blame ourselves for this
matter of moments broken by a breeze
absence of hope greater absence of ease
there's not a thing that we can just dismiss
with a false cheer or chase off with a hiss
the deepest pain arrives with bended knees
the thought of magic exists but to tease
but some pain's still cured with a gentle kiss
music may soothe but love still wins the day
battles are won with help from staunch ally
yet none may know the future till it comes
until that time we'll stay beyond the grey
lid that comes down to sanctify the lie
and wait to hear the morning and its drums

morning adventure

an asterisk of contrails in the sky
the white so clear against the blue
patterns once provided do not lie

i walk uphill the sun's not in my eye
so many things this week come due
an asterisk of contrails in the sky

we're required to do more than just try
to make the old become better than new
patterns once provided do not lie

nothing remains to sell or even buy
the road is hard beneath my shoe
an asterisk of contrails in the sky

what happens is not what we'd spy
all happens in plain order and on cue
patterns once provided do not lie

and in the end we tell truth from lie
we don't expect to see the morning dew
an asterisk of contrails in the sky
patterns once provided do not lie

spring sunset moment

do not accept fate
fight through the morning for life
reject defeatism

spring sunset moment
green holding but going to fade
sleep overwhelms me