The River and I

few things in life ever surprised me 
his death by drowning wasn’t one of them
from the moment we met I knew someday absolution would come calling
he's a hero now

imagine that! 

only the river and I know the truth 
his sin has finally been washed away 
I suppose it's best to let sleeping dogs lie

Sleeping Beauty

she’s everywhere, always –

in the still of the lonely night,
deep in the heart of sorrow, and
at the bottom of a wordless well

she’s in the tears that fall on folded hands,
she’s just around the corner from the door that wouldn’t open, and
I’ve found her in tiny fingers slowly growing cold

all too often she is the lighthouse unseen,
the lesson lost in pity’s sea

to find her one must dive deeper than right now,
swim farther than why me, and
trust the power of the waves to wash away that was then and carry you to what is to be

beauty sleeps everywhere we are willing to walk,
beauty is awakened by the footsteps of resilience, and
beauty rises from the ashes to dance with the one who refuses to tread on the surface of circumstance

Killing Season

I'm killing time
and it's killing me,
it was never gonna be a fair fight;
I'm sitting still
just trying to see
if the wrong will ever be right;
I've made my moves
but time was faster,
I've never known the reason;
seems to me that
time's the master,
and life,
a killing season