Flashes

Tiny flashes of time
caught on the edge of a sunbeam
Segments of memory
Shining brilliant in the world
Little pieces of me and you
Bits of a whole
A day - a minute - a second
When everything was complete
And you might see forever
In that second - before it passed
Sitting under billowing skies
Sunshine raining through the trees
Waiting for the next forever
To pass you by.

Angelic

Singing areias from clouds
That such beauty exists
outside the bounds of heaven
Angels encircle your life
Summoned by your voice
Floating effortlessly on each breath
Your every movement
Like a golden aura
The glory shone all around
Making everything seem wonderful
Everytime you are near

Slow Deal

Everything continues
Just as it did before
       as it always will

Maybe I've spent my happy days
Like they would never end
and treated them without regard

Misspent and unappreciated
Disenchanted by consistancy

I miss the dreams
Though they only amount
Little more than life

Dreams are hollow now
Fancy wrapping, without a soul
Tired of chasing empty promises

Chosing stars already fallen
Burnt in the atmosphere

Pretty - seeking attention
Never making it to earth
Never reaching me

Code Red

Exposed flaws and tribulations
Only add to the mystique
All those familiar stories
Are just about yourself anyway
Testing the limits of acceptance
Without giving it all away
Never letting on that I understand
Because you're not ready to believe
Stories are just easier that way
You don't have to face your actions
I don't have to find the words to say
And your secrets are safe with me
But you don't know that just yet.

Spanish Guitars

Spanish guitars
Playing softly - late at night
The moon rides higher
on each rythmic note

Shining like a jewel
In a senorita's dark eyes
Swaying to a deeper beat
Letting problems drift away

Entwined in the chords
Supporting the notes
Making them seem alive
Floating around the courtyard
      in the open air

Catching the wind to tomorrow
and the next year and someday
Carrying troubles there
While they play

Recipe for Disaster

A taste of hope
A dash of love
Just enough longing
Mixed with increasing faith
Held together
      with a batter of ideals
Sealed with wishes
Half-truths we tell ourselves
Coated thickly
     with the sweetest rationalization
Served up with our best intentions

Stakeout

Looking out the back window
at an empty parking lot
where you never come or go

always watching - to catch a glimpse

afraid that I will miss you
knowing that I always will
you're never there
but thousands of miles away

I still watch and hope

that maybe you are watching,
waiting for me
where I never come or go
thousands of miles away.

Inspired Nightly

Inspiration comes
when the lights go out
and its time for sleep
always arguing the point

I'll remember
how could I forget
there is such feeling,
depth and involvement

Yet daylight breaks
like a fragile bottle
holding ideas and inspiration
spilling out into the black nothingness

Memory serves well
reminding me of an idea
left somewhere in the night
a reminder without the inspiration attached.