Symphony Lane

This song came to me in a dream Ewa, and I could not wait

to write it down for you and the love you always bring me.

 

Through tree covered forests,

Or forests of buildings.

On lands full of life,

Between living seas.

In pages of chapters,

Which cover my story,

With heart open wide,

To all that I see.

You always walk with me,

With your hand in my hand.

You always walk with me,

When I seem alone.

I am not alone,

Your heart beats within me,

Sharing my music,

Your heart is my home.

Symphony lane,

Your notes are my footsteps.

Throughout my heart,

Your song fills my mind.

Sweetest refrain,

I walk past your doorsteps.

Homes filled with memories,

Through life sublime.

I knew you before,

My eyes ever saw you.

I knew you before,

And I was not alone.

I knew of your score,

In the sound around me,

You taught me of beauty,

In all of her tones.

Your eyes spoke of wisdom,

My heart never knew of,

Your eyes speak of wisdom,

With words untold.

Your eyes shine of love,

Binding my world together,

It is through your love,

Which my life unfolds.

Symphony lane,

Your notes are my footsteps.

Throughout my heart,

Your song fills my mind.

Sweetest refrain,

I walk past your doorsteps.

Homes filled with memories,

Through life sublime.

You chose to walk with me,

Though I was not worthy,

You chose to walk with me,

Through all of my pain.

You chose to sing through me,

Of what never changes,

Your song does flow through me,

Again and again.

My heart is on fire,

Held fast by your soul.

My heart is on fire,

In this passion flow.

For life is a fire,

Igniting all voices,

Such light is for sharing,

With all whom I know.

Heritage - For the Victims of the Shootings in Las Vegas

 If each one of us has the power to change the world, 
then when one person is lost the world changes. 

 They pierce us with their anger, 

 And we grow stronger. 

 We  bleed the souls of loved ones, 

 Yet we are whole. 

 The lives which have passed, 

 Live on through our hearts. 

 Their song,

 Their smiles, 

 Their meaning, 

 Their voices, 

 Living on through love. 

 While dark hearts lift their swords, 

 Politicians lift agendas,

 Never realizing the truth,
Not realizing reality,

 Without love there is hatred, 

 Without faith there is no love, 

 Without God there is no faith, 

 Hope is stripped away. 

 I will light my candle for love, 

 Hold it high for the souls of the fallen, 

 Hold it true for the hearts of the families, 

 For each life is like a star, 

 To bring forth a universe of stars, 

 And when one is taken from the Earth,

 So is a universe of descendants.

 Let us hold onto each other, 

 Living for life, 

 Living for love, 

 Living for God, 

 That we may remember our loved ones, 

By losing no more.

Love

 The night provides the canvas,
Where we may paint our dreams,
 The day provides the stage,
  Where we may make them real.
 The heart provides the strength,
 To make all things come true,
 It all depends on what we truly feel.

 Love dispels the illusion,
That we are prisoners of time,
 Time only measures what will change.
Change will only alter,
Things not truly real,
 Yet all that truly matters,
  Our hearts have the power torearrange.

 The world tells us to gather,
 More unto ourselves,
 A path that only leads to pain,
 With a void that can't be filled,
 Whereas giving to other souls,
  Is a true eternal investment,
And all of what we get is truly gain.

 The pain that love can bring,
 Only comes with separation,
 For one heart cannot go two separate ways,
  Each feels the other half,
 For the tether never breaks,
 As even death holds no power,
Love stretches far beyond the end of days.

 The world is full of lies,
 All of the shadows hides deceptions,
 As the darkness tries to hide what is true,
 Yet the darkness grants us rest,
 Though the birds sing in their dreams,
 And our spirits travel the stars,
 For the truth is I am always loving you. 

Silverwood Songs

 For  Noah Paley and his inspiration, 

From one heart to another.

 Endless seas, 

 Open skies, 

 Rolling dunes, 

 Weathered eyes, 

 Silverwood,

 On village doors, 

His songs play,

To tell us more.

 On this beach, 

 We fell in love, 

 With waves below, 

 And gulls above, 

 As his hand played, 

 On ageless strings, 

 He found the song, 

 Which our hearts sing. 

 A song does fly, 

 Unfettered wings, 

 Through any storm, 

 Such peace it brings, 

 The rhyme brings joy, 

 From face to face, 

 With power to cross, 

 Both time and space. 

 These songs of sand, 

 That bound our souls, 

 Inspire our hearts, 

 And keep us whole,

 The song of life, 

 Does us surround, 

 The notes we add,

 Form common ground. 

Where the Wolves Sing

 From the Woodlands, 

 Ancient eyes, 

 Within the Woodlands, 

 Ancient souls, 

 Moving in silence, 

 The wind sings their song, 

 Moving emotion, 

 Their thoughts are their feelings, 

 Creatures of wisdom, 

  As they mate for life, 

 Creatures of wisdom, 

 Their treasure is each other, 

 A lesson we have forgotten, 

 In chasing our illusions, 

 But to feel your way back, 

 Look into their eyes. 

 They seek to live, 

Life is their reward,

 Only to live, 

 To be part of the magic, 

 Life's pulse in the Woodlands, 

 Racing with the wind, 

 Unconfined by the flesh,

 Racing with the wind, 

 Their souls cannot be bound, 

 Feel them without your fears, 

 And they will respect you, 

 Feel them without your fears, 

 Let your soul race with their wind, 

 Learn to live by the heart, 

 Which is the source of true vision, 

 Where the wolves sing in wisdom, 

 In the circle of life. 

The Patient Heart

 In  the ocean of spirits, 

 We found a heart. 

 In the sea of life, 

  We found a soul. 

 Following the wind, 

 We followed the calling. 

 For only when exploring, 

 Can you find home. 

 In speaking of science, 

 In speaking of living, 

 In speaking of loving, 

 We spoke the truth. 

 In the bonds of laughter, 

 In the bonds of friendship, 

  In the bonds of faith, 

 Finding freedom of youth. 

 Time took a backseat, 

 Because Earth is the stage, 

 Where we might add, 

 Good things to Heaven.

 For each soul is endless, 

 But the heart sees forever, 

 Then the moment stood still, 

 For time is illusion. 

 We watched as she listened, 

 We listened as she spoke,

 Each chance to gain more, 

 Being nothing but joy, 

 What is to long for, 

 What is to live for, 

What is to love for,

 We are faith is employed.

 Kindred spirits,

 Who found soulmates, 

 From each other, 

 Will not depart, 

 It all begins, 

 From choosing joy, 

 This is the wisdom, 

 Of the patient heart. 

Exploration

 How high is up, 

 And how far is away? 

What is not seen  first in the heart, 

 Is seldom found with the mind, 

 Scope has no limit,

 Except within the mind, 

 For the eyes can see barriers, 

 While the heart can see forever, 

 Yet even the universe, 

 Has no visible boundaries. 

 Where are the boundaries, 

 When things are unseen? 

Beneath the surface reflections,

Lie the depths of unseen truth.

 Here the eyes lose  authority, 

 And the way must be felt, 

 For touch can go far, 

 But only with the physical, 

 While the treasure of reality, 

 Lies beyond our fingertips.

 Is travel possible, 

 Without the need to move? 

 Motion is just an attempt, 

 To deal with the illusion of distance, 

  While we move in our futility,

 Hawking explores the universe, 

 As the knowledge of his condition, 

 Inspired exploration with his mind, 

 For the love within his heart, 

 Gave him the strength to persevere. 

 What is the mystery of love, 

 Which time has not unraveled? 

 Love manifests in reality, 

 Through the action of creation, 

 Love breaches the gates of Hell,

 Through the sacrifice of desires, 

 Love voids the power of death, 

 Through the joining of souls, 

 For a day not exploring love, 

 Truly is a day wasted.