Dark Splotch

I tell myself that the dark, wet days that quickly turn tonight are tolerable.

They are not. They are those dark times we endure until the days again lengthen and the sun again caresses our face.

I live for the cloudless days when the sun reaches through.

When the sun touches my face, I close my eyes drinking it in through my skin as though to create a memory of it to tide me over those dark, sunless times.

Lyrics to God's Children

Hold my hand
We are all
God's children
Brothers, sisters
All god's children
From all the relgions
From all the regions
Of this world.
The believers
The non-believers
We are all God's children
Hold my hand
I'll hold yours
We are all
God's children.

Procession of Time Winds On

Her eyes falls upon her hands.
Her glasses magnify the wrinkles
Time etched in her skin.

She winches and glances away
Glasses perched atop of her nose to read
Squinting into the distance to see.

The gold of her locks is turning gray
As age theatens to some day take her way.

Some day way back when
When she was still in love
She held a newborn child in her arms
And thanked the heavens above.

The spring of life turned to summer
As children galloped and grew.
In the autumn of her years her eyes
Mist over with dew.

Where has the time gone.
Winter draws so near.
Her heart seizes with disquiet and fear.

Who will hold her when her time is near.
When time has come to bid good bye
To all she has held dear.