Inner voice.

And if I told you

The truth of me

The outside voice

That never agrees

Would you listen close

To the words left said

The salty prose

From my head

Would you correct

The saddest tone

From this old man

Still not grown

A smile for you

And what you felt

Listening intently

To the hand that’s dealt.

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Everything.

This is no game

As everything stays the same.

On a cloudy day

As everything stays a shade of grey.

Perhaps a small light

As everything stays in the shadowed night.

Could we finally see

As everything fights to be free.

We shake our weary heads

As everything sinks with the weight of lead.

Is there a pinch of hope

As everything dangles on the frayed rope.

I will air on the side of caution

As everything waits on the revelation.

I believe in you

And everything we all can do.

Faith to the many who pray

For everything and one bright day.

Daddy’s Girl.

Such a little hand

Held out to me

So small in mine

It sets me free

So much hope

On that little face

Turned up with love

An unspoiled grace

And yes she grows

And yes I know

To all, her hands change

But that age doesn’t show

For held out to me

It still sets me free

That unspoiled grace

Always there on that face

No wrinkle can change

No number can blind

Her hand from mine

So small in my mind

For that is the love of a child

An ageless grace

A forever vision

In hand and on face.

Right here.

And through the leaves

I see speckled sun

Dancing through the holes

Like water in the sky.

And on the unspoiled ground

I hear the music of the stream

Like an orchestra of nature

Like music from the earth.

And on my face I feel

The breeze upon my face

Like a caring hand of love

A touch from mother nature.

And there is more to this world

Than what we really know

To let yourself believe

And embrace what is right here.