Category Archives: The Studio

As the sun moves up above the horizon It brightens the northern earth Slowly warming the soil beneath the once icy snow Soon I hear the dripping of water If falls and flows like tiny rivers To big puddle lakes Once frozen soil turns to mud as it thaws Grass grows from brown to greenContinue reading “The Coming of Spring (Written Feb 1995)”

Drifting off into my dreams I see your face in the shadows You never seem to step into the light So that all you are can be seen Alone is how you’ll always be Alone but yet always free My dreams become a troubled mess Where everything falls apart No one seems to be ableContinue reading “Always Free (Written 1995)”

I wish I had more to say Then maybe you would not go away To say all I wanted to Would that have been the best for you What could I have done better To show you that you really matter

They see her from the grass below And wave a welcome hello But she does not see their tries She only sites in the window and cries The world slowly becomes light But to the child it’s still night Such a beautiful day Just slowly slips away People go by, she does not see EverydayContinue reading “Alone (Written Feb 1995)”