To Wait for Wine

He steals grapes from my vineyard,
A bird not the same color
Yet always the same.
Just when they've grown to ripeness,
Juicy and plump on the vine;
A violent purple absorbing sun,
The bird comes to snatch it away.

He guilts me with his hunger
As he tries to thieve my fruit.
So I question my resilience,
Perhaps he needs this more than I.
But it's not about survival
It his gluttony that drives
when he flies over my vineyard
So to red his beak with lust.

Yet this bird, he is persistent,
In his gathering of my crop.
He gorges while I wait
to turn the grapes to wine.
I'll ferment them in oak barrels
as they soak in patience and passion.
But I must pick before the frost.

A Walking Contradiction

I am here, but I am gone
I am weak, yet I am strong
I am smart, but I act dumb
I have feelings yet I'm numb

A walking contradiction
An oxymoron brought to life
Truth strange as fiction
Getting pleasure from strife

I am powerful, but helpless still
I scare easy, yet I live for the thrill
I am hopeful, but I've lost trust
I am innocence buried in lust

A walking contradiction
An oxymoron brought to life
Truth strange as fiction
Getting pleasure from strife

I change but stay the same
I am wild yet I am tame
I give advice that I don't take
I'm made of glass but I don't break.

The Edge of the World

I've found the edge of the world
Right in my backyard.
I have heard the journeys of others to its brink
And learned of their fall to the world beyond.

Yet I have often imagined this scene,
I never imagined I would find it here so soon.
Right where I live, I find it;
The sharp end of the world.

I haven't dared look over the rim.
I'm not afraid,

But I wouldn't go alone.

Monochrome

White innocence blankets the earth's green glory

Locking all in a monochromatic life
Beauty lies in colors;

Fresh flowers
Sunsets
Fallen Foliage

Save your purity pallid snow
I defy your neutral existence

For as long as I have vision,

I will use your blankness as a canvas for my dreams.
And when you slowly melt away

My dreams will lie below;

Fresh flowers
Sunsets
Fallen Foliage

A reverie made reality.
I will dance in my world of color
Until you wash the earth clean once more with white.

Then I begin again.

The Fall

Changing hues on dead branches,
Color me the leaves of the trees
As I paint the orange horizon.
These are changes he never sees.

The Sun has abandoned me
He pines too much for the Moon.
Now, I only have the memories
of the heat we felt in June.

Without the Sun, I'm failing.
The branches loosen their hold.
I'm carried on the autumn wind
in the brightest shade of gold.

The fall is a sickening spiral.
It's freedom, so why does it hurt?
I land among the other leaves
and together we form the dirt.

I'm whole with something once again.
We're death of love below.
I lay in our freezing sarcophagus
of heartache, ice and snow.

A Place in Your Heart

I've tried to work this out.
How you could love her,
When I'm right here
Waiting,
Loving with each breath.
She is who you chose,
The tie-breaker,
The heartbreaker.
I'm stuck with a red ribbon
But your favorite color is blue.
Where is she now?
Moved on to the next race,
Just another competition along the way.
I'm right here,
But where does this leave me?
I won't stay just because I'm here with you,
When she's not.
I was never meant for the gold in this event,
And I guess love just wasn't my sport.

Encore

Click, clop, click
Echo the shoes across the black wood floor...

Empty rows
Staggered, faded burgundy seats in open air...

Darkened stage
Between heavy, red curtain and curtain hang...

Dry atmosphere
Inhaled now as was with lights and costume...

Words linger
And reverberate between the walls and sky...

Light shines
Through the memory to make it real again...