Daylight Saving Time

Moments

Slipping through my fingers

Time is restless

It doesn't linger

I thought of words

But I did not speak

I though of friends

But I could not meet them

Wedneday

You made my day

But I made nothing of it

What a waste!

How can I save time

When I need saving

Myself?

out of my mind, into the truth

writing wasted words on walls

thumbing through theory

to transcend the train of thought

mesmerized by melting moments

this time my mind is wide open

colorblind and hazy-eyed tonight

i see the world in white

and black but mostly wholly bright

to my shock: "surprise!" the earth

tonight seems paralized in flight

with my consciousness on fire

i clean-cut to the core of matter

shattering clay, tearing terra open

baring the planet's bones

until truth resurfaces in order

to be read and understood

already complex colors rain down

washing clarity away over the speed

limit. my mind cannot keep up

the drill and the earth it spits

me right out with my eyes wide

open and my mind hazy, occupied

with wishing for wiser words

lullaby

let me wipe

away your tears

oh, my dear
let me cast
away your fears
oh, my dear

know i am near
i'm right here
oh, my dear
sleep now
oh, my dear

with heart and mind

you're my security
in my mind, in my mind
you're just what i need
in my mind, in my mind
i know you will provide
all i need, all i need
oh, i just need a sign
for my heart, tired heart
guess i'm just not that strong
in my heart, in my heart
why is that so wrong?
in my mind, in my mind...

Narnia

I'm looking for the door

My mind longing to explore

I'm pushing it wide open

Hoping to find the beauty

Of mysteries unspoken,

A story of unbroken glory

A true tale of ancient told

New worlds waiting to unfold

Past bushes and branches

Casting first curious glances

Snowflakes dance the waltz

By the warm light of a lamppost

Which stands there beckoning

Like a tall welcoming host

So, enchanted, I make my way

Through the snow-laden trees

Then valleys, rivers and hills

My soul spills over with joy

When one day I wake to see

In the distance, like little toys

The shapes of other seekers

Like pilgrims heading for

The sound of the mighty roar

And though the Lion is not tame

We'll hide our weary hearts

In the Lion's golden mane.