Once upon a night
We watched the stars and wondered
If the sun would come
To feel the light once again
While our eyes become darkened
Love. Be honest. Tell a story. Those are all the rules I need for writing.
Once upon a night
We watched the stars and wondered
If the sun would come
To feel the light once again
While our eyes become darkened
The sun warms my skin
As I stroll through quiet streets
Looking for a friend
Familiar sights I enjoyed
Now but stories at their end
She looks through the haze
Searching for her lost children
So far from their home
She prays that warmth comforts them
Before the cold night takes them
Red leaves drape over
Rusted beams and blackened bricks
Still hearts, honor songs
And nearby, words carved in stone
To wish souls safe journeys home
Along the river
I kneel down and dip my hand
In its cold waters
And ’round me are forests full
Of life and forgotten songs
His small pockets spill
Small scraps and scribbles and jots
Ramblings wrought in haste
Humble attempts to capture
Joyful times he oft’ forgets
I dust off the case
And unlatch the rusted locks
That hold my guitar
Familiar frets and old strings
Yet I hesitate to sing