A Song to Myself

Today I wrote a song to myself

Nobody else was invited

These walls shield my music

These lyrics 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 revelers 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.

Monday Morning: Missing You

I woke up and it was Monday

Another week gone, another getting started

Your side of the bed remains empty

It wasn’t long since you packed up and left, but I no longer count the days anymore.  

It could be a year for all I care

Rainfall and sunshine

Moonlight and starry nights

I couldn’t say what would make you stay:

I miss you and I wish it wasn’t Monday.