Summer Storms & Stars

The night becomes younger
As the daylight grows older
Summer invades the spring
Scorching swiftly with oppressive heat
Sunny skies give way to
Dark clouds and clapping thunder
With scattered bolts
Illuminating the dark sky
And even without the storm
The night glows brighter
With lighter shades offset
By white blotchy clouds
Stars seem to shine
As if this were their season
To bathe the earth
With ancient glow.

Westward

Single palms and dark dirt mountains
Sparsely cover red land
Paved with roads of promise and enterprise
Once trodden as dirt by shooed hooves
And weathered Americans
Clinging to bright hope and shared dreams.
What comes from sacrifice
Is a home
Built on prayers and faith
Of brighter days and better tomorrows
'Tis the west
The land scouted by few
And held in the awe of many
A legacy left by steel and determination:
The frontier that is ever held
With wonderment and promise

I am a Writer

I have a deep seated need
For powerful alliteration
That moves mountains more than me
A love affair with the dash
That is commonly overlooked
For its extended continuation of the pause
By its crooked brother the comma.
I have a voice that
Speaks via Roman letters
Ascribed by a pen
I am a writer
And such is my calling
Nouns, verbs, adjectives
My tools to create the world
As seen through my own eyes.
A pen, a pen and not a sword
But rather a tool to illustrate
And unburden my soul
As the quiet seconds slip by.
They are my family, my tears
The words that fill the page
A reflection of my heard
And though they be but rambling
Sentences and syllables
Strung together on some form
They are my own - my solace, my peace
And forevermore they stay
The ink upon the page -
My etchings upon the subconscious of the world.

I Will Be There

I will be there
Even when you can't be there
For yourself
     - I will be there
No matter how long it takes
Regardless of what we have to weather
The time and space doesn't matter
     - I will be there

Bitter Enclosure

Do you ever have those day
Where it seems like curling up in a ball
And sobbing is something you think you need
To feel so trapped inside a box
Frustrated that there's no way out
Putting forth effort with minimal results?
This is my day, sometimes my life
I wish there were a key to this prison.

Better with Age

Spring reminds me
How green I am
How new life is
And the beautiful the days are
That I get to spend with you
How our love continues to
Spring anew each day
And that our road ahead
Is barely explored
This is new
We are new and green
And like a great oak
We can only grow stronger
And better with age.

Summer Skies

The night becomes younger
As the daylight grows older
Summer invades Spring
Scorching swiftly with oppressive heat
Sunny skies give way to
Dark clouds and clapping thunder
With scattered bolts
Illuminating the dark sky
And even without the storm
The night grows brighter
With lighter shades
Offset by white blotchy clouds
Stars seem to shine
As is this were their season
To bathe the Earth
With ancient splendor.