Moments Come and Go

Moments they come and go
Itchy they will fly around
In with December's falling snow
Some love of winter is found
Yesterday is never again born
Only vanishing footsteps going
Through their stepwise worn
Open with the moments flowing

Love is found and also lost
Everything we care to remember
Some are broken double crossed
Like autumn leaves of September
Hours have their threading lines
Waking ways of its stimulations
Summer shade flowers that declines
After its growth and graduations

Moments in their flashy spark
Sinuous in purposes and rationales
Ages in its intentional trademark
Bumper stickers and various decals
Split seconds for each occasion's new
What is love without all this?
Mind games playing going through
After a while we don't care or miss

Sunshine Burning Smiley Way

There are dreams that come to you
In their blues and keeping on
Seeing gathering clearly through
With everything that keeps them done
Sunshine burning smiley way
Nothing here in its reality
Made of stone or mudding clay
For the eyes to guess and see

And more is coming to its looking
With its ways and game stalemate
Everything for ways of hooking
Taking thoughts and making debate
There you are to where you're bound
Trying to busy your down mind
Straight out lines melodies found
Anything that makes them combined

All is right to its interior canteen
Flowing effortlessly through this space
Everything and nothing in between
Complicated in its too many ways
Like yesterdays just sails through
Full of their own and missing some
Something that's old but still’s new
Within this turning and passage from

Craving

The night now dances close
In its nocturnal dance dreams
Like a dark leaved evening rose
With thorns of yesterdays deems
I watch the shadows shift
In to my thoughts I yearn for
And back again to dim drift
To become nothing once more

My heart is beating loneliness
And echoing through its sound
Feelings to turn out to be less
Until they are nowhere found
So much is though hidden inside
In place of the outlying deep
That ruined my wishes or tied
Until their thoughts they sweep

Now abandoned I do crave
For something that's there still
And through the missing pave
To try to find again and fulfill
I watch the shadows dance
In a fluttering beaming light
Weaving the moment’s instance
Through time and missing night

Time Circle of Moods

The waves shatter the restless dark hours
Time circle of moods that come and again go
Like tinctures on leaves or flowers
Those in clusters of buds for moments glow
Minute to minute the light is falling
Vanishing to nothingness or far beyond
Dreams of the night in their magic calling
In their dazzling lurch of shadows dance fawned

Tomorrow comes again with new spring
In blossoms of blue and white together
Touching to brilliant bereavement blooms
Into the blackness with new songs to sing
Imminent brilliant being its bellwether
Departing the woodland silence and glooms

3 Colors

I’m the blue in blue
Feelings of love to you
Needing of sky ways
Dreams coming up and plays
Sunshine golden mood
Clear sky truest food
Anything to believe in
Calmness and steady win

Yellow gold to find
Never to deceive the blind
Tricking the fools in truth
Forever in glinting youth
Summer of flowers small
Beaming of lights tall
Anything or nothing at all
Fool’s gold that'll fall

Red poundings of my love
Sky of the eve above
The danger in winning you
Power to come and renew
Purity of your feeling
Each of my hour stealing
Attracting every good luck
Forever in love stuck

Life Is Full Of Reinvention

Why does humanity go by like this?
Opportunity becomes nothing
In its to and fro epoch prospect swing
From care taking to its final remiss
Notable pulsation in a life to learn
Ambiguous droppings in the strength undone
The earth across travels in endless spurn
Learning from each existing on and on

Water hard water will follow its course
Borrow new foamy from the scattered shore
Passage its flowing into fresh release
Life is full of reinvention and resource
Always with its planning for more and more
Never in its expectations to cease

The Corns of Dust to Dust

We have dreams to give and take
Anything we know for sure
Moods of tomorrow to up wake
That in Deep Ocean's lure
Morning breaks and dawns of days
Everything in newborn's casts
Colors sets in their many ways
The corns of dust to dust

What you say and what you try
With its parting's on
Every curve low and high
In to the night there gone
Sleepy eyes and the deep of truth
Rainy clouds in their drift
Songs of morning in their youth
Hours in their precious gift

We have thoughts to settle right
Making ways into a flow
Every hour's prospect flight
Into time that there may go
Try every tap that comes to a heart
Showing opportunities distance
Then song of mornings will start
In their opening mode instance