Will

Silence speaks in words we never can,

For the message that is sea borne,

Has a will that is not its own.

Words does the universe witness,

Does a loving heart heed it though?

Lives have been and days will be,

Stories made and in time undone,

Promises made and in time ravaged,

What are we but pebbles in the grind,

A peck of love, a whisper in the wind.

Merci

I feel not like a poet

At the chirping birds,

the surging seas,

The rising sun,

the settling breeze !

The divine spark is not for me,

I carry a selfish self,

A lonely man and a lonely heart,

For these words will not let me see.

A different path for me,

A tunnel in the dark.

On friendship

Of sullen stares and bygone moments,

Of wistful thoughts and wry smiles,

Of crinkled foreheads and wooden noses,

Of thorns afoot before bleeding roses.

Days there were, we were naive!

Of silent love and selfish snares,

Of true fiends and sullen stares.

Of words given and promises kept,

Of trust broken and paths we have left.

Days there are when we wait!

A peck of love

Silence speaks in words we never can,
For the message that is sea borne,
Has a will that is not its own.
Words does the universe witness,
Does a loving heart heed it though?
Lives have been and days will be,
Stories made and in time undone,
Promises made and in time ravaged,
What are we but pebbles in the grind,
A peck of love, a whisper in the wind.

For a smile

And a smile to show a way,

Of angst and heartbreak.

For the smile and a cost to pay.

In dead things and white walls,

Oh and what a dash of color would say,

Define me not, learn me not,

Talk not to me but of another day.

The longer we wait,

The harder it gets,

So steep is the way to a smile,

For a life and a cost to pay.