When the number so large,
looms around, I am not so fond.
When the blue sky so big,
blooms above, I am not so sad.

rains

Moist and chilly, green as never before,
I hear the wind rustle, I don't get the song.
They're calling out loud, the shower, the leaves, the cloud,
I nestle in my room, in here my comfort zone,
this hide-out where I'm all alone
can sing me to sleep when I want to
but I don't get to hear the wind, I don't get the song.

unsaid.

i may not look you in the eye
some things are beyond what, where and why
when questions cloud you, and words fail me,
find me reaching for my world that lets me be.

Few days with Mitch.

On a pretty shelf in a warm home
he sat by the name of Mitch Albom.
Of Morrie Schwartz he spoke.
All my veiled emotions he stole.

fa(r)ther

My rods and cones dismiss the lantern
only to wait for the stars to show up.
I wake up soon, gladly so
but the light of the day still remains to flow.

For the leaves that remain.....

You are a reason to love

A promise from above
That there be no complaints
In one spirit comes so many saints
Oh the fiery you sent no pain
Many a memory sing thy name
when I look out of the window
and I know there's no wind to blow
The leaves and sand remain...
as I lose to London...
the most beautiful devil
the most aggressive angel
Lovable either which way
I'll miss you every single day.

round and round

To each one his own...
Another drive around, another reason to mourn
That weak moment, that strange despair
Give it no room, it's a fare you forfeit
When self is the best guard, life is upbeat!
Another chance around, spruced with a smile worn
Once again, everything happens too soon
But this time, JUS NOTHING..
is between you and the moon!

a whole new world

Showing me the way, this finger so flail,
strode along its trail, those spins quite course.
Bearing a few to last and much to hail,
my cycles in mire, searched for a way to his doors.
When hands reached out, when stars spoke a lot,
I turned a corner, drenched in all his honour.
It's a whole new world, when lost and reborn,
with no blots uncleared, no spell so bleared
Such is the glory of a place in his space-
Where the blind meets the eye
Where the wings learn to fly
Where The Beatles were born
Where all the world's greatest have gone.