Herald of the New

Heap the conffite in the air
let it sparkle in the night
let the horns be blown
for the new has come
and the old is gone
Let the roar cesce but for a moment
to reflict on the days
Then hear the rumble of the new
come bounding in
With a BANG its here.

Anew

The sunsets
The ink has dried
The page is turned
And so begins the new
The old seeps into the past
All that is left are the shadows
Of the sins of life
Let them be washed away
With the rising sun

In The Night

How dark is night
That it precludes the day
That’s its stars shine brighter
Then our sun could ever hope
In night anything is possible
There is no gleaming reality that
Forces it’s self into our minds
Shining a light onto our deepest hopes

Lay To Rest

Let me go home
Lay my bones to rest
among the fields to grow
Let the sun shine me to sleep
Let the wind caress me
and share my joy

The Great Pines

IN WINTER LIGHT TREES DO BATHE
THEIR LIMBS HEAVY WITH THE SNOW
IN GREAT WHITE COATS THEY POSE
THEIR HEAD HELD HIGH
GENTLE BREEZE FLOATS BY SENDING
TENDRILS OF SNOWFLAKES DANCING MERRILY IN-BETWEEN
THE GREAT PINES
THEY LAUGH AS THEY SWIRL AND PLAY THEN LAND JOYOUSLY
TUCKING THEMSELVES IN THE FOLDS OF THE GREAT PINES
SETTLED NOW THEY REST
PURE WHITE AGAINST THE DEEPING EVER GREEN