Fingers create pictures from the heart.

Time is no stranger to the day
It takes the good
allows for the rest to play
little children upon the stage

Pick your tale
tell it in the wind
walking to the corner
I view golden class

Her gift is free to think
what I will ask
such is the real point
which to measure from

what is the difference
between the earth
circling the sun
only some will know

how to answer that
it was all written
in the kingdom
found inside his hat

love it holds me
where will I go
I think I have traveled
land of Ice and snow

children playing
in the street
a friendly snowman
is what you meet

can the door swing open
can the song appear
What is the value
a single solitary tear

daddy is sleeping
in another room
mothers in the bedroom
humming hypnotic tune


I write poetry to the stars
the moon asks why
I must I be the one
to leave so soon.

Time is the binder
when all that said and done
the relationship is liken
the moon until the sun