Looking At Stars

Looking At Stars

A million billion spots of light

So far away

Still just beyond our reach

We pray to them

We make a wish on the first one we see

Yet we know that they are not magical

They cannot hear our prayers

They do not know what our wishes are

But they are there for us

To count on a cloudless night

To watch as they cross our skies

And even for us to wish upon

That will never change

And we would not want it to

The Golden Gate

The Golden Gate

What is behind that golden door

The one our parents didn’t want us to see

Saved for the old it remains locked

My mind wanders as I look at the girl across the room

What does the door hide

What could be behind it that I should never see

For years I wonder

My mind fantasizes dreams that could never be possible

One night there is a kiss from a special girl

A touch of our hands

A look into her eyes as the shine in the moonlight

The golden gates open and I learn the secret

The secret which was so long hidden from me

I learn the secret of being in love 

Woman of Gold

Woman of Gold

Are you a statue?

Or are you a goddess

Frozen in time

Such beauty for all to admire

Yet we know that there is more to you

Maybe a life of sadness

Maybe you lived in the purest joy

We can tell what your soul is like

Your eyes stare straight ahead

Looking at all of us

Maybe you are wondering what we think

As we pass by and look at you

Woman of gold

Although out heart goes out

We will always remember you

Although we may never know the real you

Our minds will give you life

Our thought will tell your story

And in our heart you will be alive

I Can't

I Can’t

Together forever

One night the wrong word was said

You left our house

You left our bed

You left my heart broken and dying

Never to come back

Still I see you in my life

The waitress at the diner

The barmaid at the saloon

And every girl walking down the street

They all have your face

The same glint I remember in your eyes

The same perfume you wore to bed

I cannot see the real world

Only the one where you were with me

No matter what I do

How much my mind tries to wander

Even the songs on the old country channel

They remind me of my time with you

I can’t get you out of my head

The Story

The Story

I look at my keyboard

What could I possibly say?

How could I tell the story I see?

The characters are so strong

The lines maybe say too much

I want them to be believed

Yet, I know that they will not

It is a story of a world I see

One of pure good

One of the purest evil

How can I write it?

How could anyone see what I see?

What words could speak my words?

My thoughts are so different

Never the same as everyone’s reality

This is a story that needs to be told

My fingers have to move

The keys have to click as I touch them

The story will flow onto the screen

The words will come

The story will be told

If I could just move my fingers

They Don't Care

They Don’t Care

Don’t pledge allegiance to the flag

I don’t want to hear your prayers

God and the country have turned their backs on us

How could they allow people to die on the streets?

Why do children go to bed with nothing to eat?

Seniors are forced to survive on cat food

Our young are sent to kill and be killed

This is no way for our lives to be

They control our lives

They make the choices for us

It is time for them to think

It is time for them to care

If they don’t

If they can’t

We will never survive

Then who will they control?

The Hippie Girl

The Hippie Girl

Look at that girl walking down the street

So far out of time

A denim maxi skirt

Long straight hair

Bracelets on both arms

And necklaces covering her chest

She is an angel from a forgotten time

Even after so many years

Her appearance means so much to so many people

Remembering a movement for peace in a time of war

Does she know that she celebrates love?

Don’t tell her what she means

Just let her walk in peace

Let her be who she is

Let her spread the message of peace and love

Even if she doesn’t know she’s doing it