I Will Take Until There Is Nothing Left To Take

The wind whispers words of death
as the eagle soars through polluted skies

once there were endless days to come
once there were promises of tomorrow

emotions soared like the eagle
today, emotions are past, spirits dashed

there was a time when her beauty was grand
now, she lays silent…wounded and worn

listen…did you hear
Mother Earth has taken her last breath

the few left feel her heartbeat stop
seconds later they join her fate

man chose this direction
blind and uncaring…GREED kills

the room empty
shutters closed…lights out

planet earth DEAD

there were many messages
all left unread

impending death ignored
no one left to listen.

       One Dream At A Time

Buried deep within my sleep I dream.
Far from the reality of the world my
soul is touched by the stillness.

I am alone, in a place where once I
walked with a friend.
I can feel the crisp November air.

The leaves conducted by the wind are
playing a symphony.
The music reverberates for me,
its only human audience.

The nearby stream joining in,
singing words of memories relived.
It unravels each dream, one at a time.

A bit of sun caresses the tree tops.
The few remaining leaves dance
in the breeze to nature's music.

My dreams play out faster and faster.
From deep within my mind unlived
passion rushes by.

It is hard to tread the fine line between
memory and obsession.
As dreams play out one at a time.