March

Often when I'm bored at work I'll watch a procession behind my eyes Every smile And every mistake Every tear And every triumph   It strikes me that I must be dying My whole life passing behind my eyes A slow encroaching death   Recently, that death receded a margin My whole future stretching out…

3:51am

It’s now, when the sun has long since disappeared and the souls of the world have resumed their dreams.   It’s now I feel most open, my mind most forgiving. The Doubter and Critic have retired their ceaseless ramblings.   It’s now my mind races, sharpened by the clarity born only of pressure.   My…

The Silent Days

There will be a day When I wake up And have forgotten how to sing.   I’ll need you to teach me again.   The sun will glow dull And the colors refuse to ring,   And I will have forgotten how to sing.   Just take hold of my soul And begin to dance,…