A Song to Myself

Today I wrote a song to myself 

Nobody else was invited

These walls shield my thoughts

These thought I can only keep for so long
Today I did away with you from my mind

I can only drink your wine too much

Before my pain, my hurt, these feelings

Become revellers at my wake
Today the sun did not come out to play

It was the first day all over again

I walk the wilderness alone

All I have for company is my shadow
This is a song to myself 

Dark and bleak, so it seems

I hear Rama crying for her lost son

How was it to know it was me all along.

Where I want to Be

There is a place where I want to be
Here and now:

Paradise by the beach

With my feet sweeping the sand

The wind slapping against my corduroy 

Sweeping through your hair . . .

There is a place where I want to be

To sit out and count the stars at night

Point out to you Orion and Andromeda . . .

Turn off the cell phones for a moment 

Let’s unplug ourselves for a while 

And just bask in the silence

Yes, there is life in silence

Nothing but the sound of the ocean sweeping over the beach

This is where I want to be.

Just you and me.