So my child we walk past the dream in a garden left cold from those who walked before us. Eyes reaching for hope in a sky filled with love and lies played carefully, take a look

From a spot kept warm by silly pride, father a step a head mother already gone; you look over your shoulder to see children laughing at your worries and pace.

I took one last look

Did not like what I have become

Sun overhead

Watching dead

Dreams rolling past

Fingers to keys

The writers in me

A gift used little

A curious sound

Creativity controlled

Sold for a dollar once

Now a price for face

I write what I want

Found comes in words

And life and love dance

As the keys for me

Fill the void of

Work gone to some

one else writing

For dollars spare

I walk in shadows as I write for love and friends

Some die, some just need a laugh, me I need purpose

In night winds I find all in over cast skies with heavy hang over

Lead laden dreams smiling with me in stories shared love taken