Regarding Reality on Somber Nights

He keeps trying to show them what he cannot come to say
While wishing to reveal the thoughts inside his head
Knowing though, that some things are better left unsaid
He goes unnoticed in such company of those he keeps
His innermost thoughts are of peace, patience, and virtue
Yet escaping to the forefront comes his lonesome misery
Breaking points are found in shallow depths of faith
Not wanting to admit such madness, he revels in stride
At the articles before him, At the moon as it rides
The sky like a majestic horse late into the morning
Where sleep is seldom found, and the dreams reveal naught
Having patience is like riding a Ferris wheel that has no end
Losing ground with serenity, yet making it trivial and loud
Finding release from these thoughts become a daily chore
One that did not reach completion just today
Tomorrow promises anew the walk of walks
And finding that dream with which to bear

Out of Time

Dreams breathe life into memories of the past
Yet the outcomes of yesterday are cemented in time
There is no hour glass that will bring back a moment
Stars streak out of the sky, never to return again
But tell a dreamer it is too late, and he will laugh at your lack of faith
For a dreamer sees the ocean that is always  a brilliant blue
All those mistakes he made along the sorted road
Were just learning curves of a greater understanding
As long as there is breath in him, he sings his wayward tune
He knows no melodies that end in the somber chords
There are no finite endings, only lucid promises
The tide draws near in the quiet moonlit sky
As he smells the old familiar salty wind
His heart beckons a realm of understanding
Its misplaced arrangement has threatened his sanity
Though to hold back in fear of the next swan song
Will surely be among his list of solutions
For better to be whole, Then scattered infinitely
Amongst sorted hearts that sing a falsely tune
Dreaming upon his heart of arts and wishing in the winds
He knows there is but another out there who understands his pace
Who wanders the same alone singing the dreamer's song
Skies of purple are lit as he makes his sleep this night
For wherever he left himself has been returned in kind
Tell him anything you will, Just not that he's out of time

Circles

Soft riddles spoken out of turn
Confusing the sound of his voice
As he speaks to the masses

Hiding amongst the collection
Of his broken thoughts and words
He doesn't even see that he's alone

Picking up a piece or two
And staring at their broken image
Useless bits of forgotten lore

Repairing the way it was
Or taking the path before him
Seldom described lucid sanity

Makeshift traps of his dreamer's heart
Recording the world that surrounds
As he slowly moves his feet

Tripping and choking on angry dust
Until breathing becomes raw
The air is thick with his foolish pride

Mazing along at an ordinary pace
While tears of injustice become the taste
His reliance upon faith endures anew

Folding the Flame

Most days he sits by the fire and doesn't move
Those are the days he thinks of it the most
All of the roads he walked upon his life chord
The tribulations from which breath could not escape
There are many amongst him who feigned to understand
They really would have liked to help him somehow
He was oblivious then to the pain he hid inside
Wielding it as a double edged sword pointed inward
Severing the joy of innocence and all its inner peace
The lack of present knowledge once kept him safe
What he wouldn't give to have known about the fall
In its absence though, the story does not exist at all
The fire wanes in the dying light of dusk upon a familiar sky
Quite at ease here in the solitude of his soul
He reaches out to something he seldom understands
Attempts that make him humble and whole once again
He never takes a single breath for granted any longer
Remembering all too well the suffocation from yesterday
Staring into the embers, familiar shapes are brought to life
Constructed jigsaws from past and present slowly unite
Half laughing now, with understanding and madness
An unfamiliar echo returns the sordid sounds
Except to where the wind escapes upon a northern light
Yet another road to trod, as the previous one has left his sight
All but the fiercest coals have grown cold now in dying blaze
The wind has commanded their silence as it sings its symphony
The floating orb above him is the only noted light
He wonders where the new road leads, though it surely matters not
Committed to its mysteries before he even knew its existence
Returning from where he came no longer a viable option
Collapsed are the memories and foothills he once remembered
The trails are graveyards now, hosting the brokenness of objects left behind
Just as well he assumes, for they never knew him anyhow
Refused to understand his compassion, Laughed at his naivety
Though just a boy of wonder, with dreams in a silver pale
He always feels at home when he writes the dreamer's tale

Knowing Him

Footprints left on a sandy dune
were faded in time like all things new
Material wonder bright with shine
cheapens the soul every time
The best of intentions from a humble heart
usually fall errant to some selfish dark
Human fallacies in their imperfect grin
leave lasting indentions upon lives in the end
Nothing known can be counted on without fear
for all selfish mortals change the skins that that wear
Opening a door to a radiant  unseen sky
like reinventing the wheel to an old worn out bike
Yet all of the wonder in this world left to see
Just over the next mountain or mayhap a peak
Look past the ugly, the tired and broken down
There you shall find that miracles are abound
For trust in your maker has never failed yet
He delivered us all though our life was a wreck
How can you deny He who was there
For when He died it was your life that was spared
I follow him to the ends of the Earth you see
There is no doubt to how my life became freed

Paradoxical Wanings

Bright future in the midst of rolling thunder
Seemingly caught in the Ocean's sway
Daring to escape the proverbial box
To open opportunity invites resistance
Unafraid are those seekers of the truth
They strive for more than they are given
Refusing to stand on the outside of it all
Listing left and right in the timeless void
Speak now or hold your tongue until it ends
Then may hap there was something you missed
Some words that needed life, yet you held fear
Unafraid are those who trust infinitely upon their heart
Unwavering, unbending, and ever stronger still
It takes gall to walk through such darkness
With only an errant promise of greater light
Ask me where I have been to receive such wonder
Ask me about how it used to be back then
Though I speak in riddles, My truth comes clearly
Out of past shadows, I forever shed my liar's skin
I pushed back on the Earth when it knocked me down
Though I felt its extravagant might, I held firm
Days are waning closer to Summer just now
The song of the wind reflects such a verse
As to be heard by all those who listen just a while
Long ago mid year held a powerful place in my soul
I longed for its warmth and the joys of being free
Yet Freedom is not found in such eventual seasons
Lest it is first known of the heart and of the mind
I look at you with my dreamer's stare
I wonder where you came from just now
Nothing beyond grace has released such a thing
The road traveled becomes narrow as the truth is known
Trudging it with peace, for its the brightest path I've been shown