Home and Travel

Hearth and Home

Could I come inside out of the night

and share your hearths warmth and light?

I’ll cheer the house with stories told

and your presence near will chase way the cold.

And when day breaks over yon hill

and the land is rescued from nights chill

I’ll pack up and leave your hearth and home

For much is there left for me to roam.

But as I journey cold and tired

I’ll think back, to you friend,

and the worth of your fire.

Biding Time

In the woods, I bide my time

waiting, sitting, sleeping.

Here is where I hope to find

answers to the secrets you’ve been keeping.

Drain the water from the sky

absorb it through the ground.

Here is where I bide my time,

and think on what I’ve found.

Her Husbands Old Shadow

In response to Eldorado by Edgar Allan Poe

The knight journeyed along

singing a song

in search of Eldorado

but back at home

his wife did roam

in search of his old shadow.

Soon she grew old,

this woman left cold

by her husband for Eldorado.

No spot of ground

had she ever found

that told of his old shadow.

And as her strength

failed her at length

she met a pilgrim shadow-

Shadow” said she--

Where can it be--

My husbands roaming shadow?”

Over the mountains of the moon,

Down the valley of shadow,

I sent him along

singing a song

on the path to Eldorado.”

I wonder I wander

The mind it slips and slips...and slips.

I wonder is it really over?

and I wander, ranging mountains over.

The scales are tipped and tipped...and tipped.

I wonder, are they in my favor?

and I wander, lost in my timeless labor.

The Hermits House

The hermits house sits quiet, still.

The old piano,

her soft soprano,

no longer fills the now decrepit house.

The house on the hill lies deathly still.

The empty halls,

the barren walls,

serve as reminders that the dreams been long abandoned.

I still search the stars

Once, I saw your face in the stars.

No more.

That door.

It’s closed

I thought I heard your voice on the wind.

But no,

the wind,

it’s gone.

I still search the stars for your face.

No use.

That door.

Stays closed.

I was Born for This

I was born for this.

This place is my home.

And I,

I am made of stone,

A testament to the enduring capacities of man

I am the wind blown.

Touching hill

And forest,

Caressing mountain

and canyon,

Roaming valley

And peak.

I know the shyness of the sun at dawn

And wait with the patience

Of an intimate friend

As it timidly crests the horizon.

And I know the heat of the day;

It is my right of passage.

And I know the brilliance of the sunset;

It is my deepest satisfaction.

And I know the loneliness of dusk;

It is my hearts reflection.

And I know the cold of night;

It tempers my life's passion.

And should the world

Around me burn,

Let it.

I was born for this