FEILDS OF SOUND

rituals of living
We surrender to the beyond
Crossover worshippers swaying
to the hypnotic colors of sound
You’re not here in body
Yet your songs with us remain
Like waves that will not weary
To claim these shores again
Blessed travelers from the fields of sound
You’ve roamed the paradise of the musical legion
Pushing boundaries from the eye of the storm
Baptizing with melody, the sweetest religion
You’re the beautiful notes in a symphony of spirits
the threads in our tapestry of dreams
Where every color blends together
Like the droplets, the oceans, the rivers and streams
We hunger with an appetite whetted
By the fires in your hearts
On your wings, soar unfettered
feeling whole, just a part

CHASING THE SUN

Fireworks & frightened birds,
framed against a startled sky
a fleeting canvas, a tableau of life
Fireworks & frightened birds,
framed against a startled sky
moment of celebration, moment of strife.
I still hold the remnants of that picture
that time erased from the sky.
Was it just nature or sublime scripture?
I still hold remnants of that picture
that time erased from the sky.
Played out for my questioning eye.
Coz I have seen life in crowded places
Every one visits, no one stays
feeling trapped in the lights, lost in unlit spaces
in between being someone and being a face.
Coz when our yesterdays are gone & our today’s are almost over,
when the need for some new journey has just begun,
We all leave home, but for how long is what really matters
Coz’ time is the actual distance between people, when one is chasing the sun

Broken

We’ve all , we’ve all been broken
Shattered, left mute with regrets unspoken
We’ve all loved and lost
Been forsaken, repented our deepest trust.
We’ve all wondered why
Destiny picked us to cry
Why faith has to be tested,
& life doesn’t turn out the way intended.
We’re mended, mended to be broken
Yet human clay believes itself golden
Stunning in its courage to be happy
As wild elations tempered with black melancholy.