Ah, the smell of fallen rain The teardrops on the grass The beads of lasting pain That never seem to pass They force me to recall And beg me to arise As anxious teardrops fall From dark and jaded eyes And so they seem to play Among the misty fern While I just fade away…
Where do all the feelings go That used to live inside And how do I rekindle those That flickered out and died For I have searched to no avail The bittersweet debris But lost among a field of tears They hide inside of me And now I need to find a way To taste that…
I often sit at quite a loss For words and witty ponderings And doodle sad nostalgic thoughts Of all my boyish wanderings But in the end it always leaves The bitterness of time gone by For all the things a boy believes Will gather dust and bring a sigh When age has stripped him of…
Pull the curtains back and let me in I want to be the sunlight on your skin I want to be the warmth on every curve And kiss upon the tip of every nerve Touching you in ways I never could And holding you the way I always should For only then would I be…
No matter where I go, I still see you An ever-constant presence in my view And as a cloud that drifts across the sky You whisper in the wind that passes by And everywhere I look and all I see A memory of you gazes back at me From every wound to every fading scar…
The day was crafted from the finest things And fashioned for them both with equal care A boy with all the wind beneath his wings And a girl with all the beauty God could spare They walked a little pathway hand-in-hand Laid before them by the hands above Asking not but beauty of the land…
Football is a metaphor For life that’s all around And every day we hike the ball To play another down Staring at our enemies And waiting to be sacked Remembering the victories That matter not, in fact For each day is a separate game With victors of its own And he who won just yesterday…
The turtle envies not the man Who hurries on his way But moves as slowly as he can To savor all the day Each step is taken with a care The man would never show Each breath is filled with sweeter air Than man will ever know His thoughts are of the ripest fruit And…
A thousand tears before we met A thousand since you went away A thousand I will soon regret And more with each new passing day A thousand pieces of my heart A thousand prayers made in fear A thousand sorrows I impart But find again each coming year And I have begged to reach the…
I ask for splendid summer nights And pray that I shall live To dine upon the brilliant sights That nature has to give Grant me time to taste the sky And nature’s casserole To sample heaven’s a la carte And satisfy my soul Pile daisies on my plate And sprinkle on some dew Perhaps a…