Little Bird

Little Bird, Little Bird
Sitting on tree branch
Tweeting all the night long
Why do you sing of sorrow?
Why do you sing of sadness?

Little Bird, Little Bird
Hidden in the shrub
Why does your song speak of pain?
Why does your song speak of loneliness?

Little Bird, Little Bird
Way above my head
Why do your songs bring me tears
Why do your songs bring me sorrow?

Little Human, Little Human
Standing all alone
My songs are made for you

Little Human, Little Human
Sitting in the corner
You hear what is in your soul

I sing of the hurt you hold deep within
I sing of the loneliness you will not admit
I sing of the pain of the loss you feel

I sing so that you can hear
What you cannot say
To hear that you are not alone

I sing so that you know
That you can say what is within
That the pain will pass

Little Human, Little Human
Hold a little longer
Stay true a little more

Little Human, Little Human
One day things will change

On that day you will hear me sing
Of the joy you found
Of the peace you hold
Of the friend you make

Little Human, Little Human
You are cared for
You are seen
You are not forgotten

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Eerie Morning

city lights on a morning horizon
The morning breaks
As it has every day
Yet there is something more
The breeze flows
Yet it holds a chill

The morning breaks
As it has every day
Yet there is something more
No birds sing
No bugs speak

The morning breaks
As it has every day
And there is something more
The morning clouds
Reflect a strange light

The morning breaks
As it has every day
And there is something more
But now I know what it is
It is not the eastern dawn I see
But a western light

Fall

The smell of burn barrels in the morning air
The gentle breeze caressing skin
The crunch of leaves beneath your feet
The fresh smell that hangs in the air
The morning chill that thrills you
These are the things that I enjoy

The smell of pine or birch
Curled up with a book in hand
Watching the flocks of birds fly overhead
Enjoying a late night campfire
Hearing the nightly creatures
Or watching the stars wheel about
That is what I remember most

This is the season I most enjoy
Strolling in light clothes
Enjoying the day at hand
Without fear of heat or bug
Nor trudging through rain or snow
This is what I remember most
This is what I miss most

The Train

Beneath harsh light
Standing on formed stone
I wait
Hood pulled up
Bag held tight
The night grows long
And day is near
Yet the sky is gray
And the world is dark

Beneath flickering light
Standing on cracked stone
I wait
Busses creak to a stop
Others rumble off
Still I wait
By the rusty metal tracks
Alone
Without a friend or lover

Beneath white lights
Standing by worn stone
I wait
The rumble comes first
Shaking the ground
A shriek in the air
Heralds its coming
It rounds the corner
Screeching to a stop

Beneath soft lights
Sitting on hard seats
I wait
The city of my birth
Slowly fades away
Pulling my memories with
Like a bad dream
With one last whistle
I am finally free

Beauty of the City

Long had I held
That the city was ugly
With its monolithic giants
And shaped stone
Long had I thought
The towers as walls
And the highways bars
The smell of cars
And constant noise
Were hammers against my skull

But the night came
And I was filled with awe
Of the setting sun
Behind the sky line
Of the towers dressed in light
Or the rivers flowing through
In the quiet moment
The light shown
Softening the hardness of the city
Painting the sky with lights

There is beauty in the city
Through I find it hard to believe
Perhaps this place
Is not the prison I first believed

The Distant Sun

red sun setting

The distant sun
Marks the end
Of another day
Such a fire in the sky
Such a quiet end to this day
The quiet end of day
Makes me wonder
Beneath the open sky
Upon an open field
I wonder where I’ll be
When I next see that distant light
What will have happen
While the sun travels across the sky
Who will I be when the sun sets once more
A single day change a life
A single moment to change an age
So I wonder once again
What will happen when I next see that distant sun