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Father Time

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Don’t hit fast-forward.
Don’t press rewind.
Press play and watch
memories from the past
come to life. Take it
slow and pay attention
to the days that pass by
most of our closed eyes.
Look too far and miss
today. Don’t look at all
as our doubts grow tall.
Don’t rush. In our lives,
things may come and go,
yet we will come to learn
there is more to know.
Father time has his hands
full with grains of sand
flowing to his sandals.
Only he knows when
his palms are empty.
Only we can know that
this life is a blessing.





Dead of the Night

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The sound of silence – feelings
of loneliness. The sight of darkness.
The seclusion of time. The power
of stillness – lacking movement.
The memory of day. The joys
of spending the night alone.
The ability to think – to envision
the future. The willingness
to reflect. It must be the end
of the day. The sun has died
to no one’s surprise. The moon
has risen with precision.
With a retired sun, lost souls
have the time of their life
during the dead of the night.

Dreams of You

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I have dreams of you –
dreams that happen
often. My mind goes
and shows memories.
Asleep, a spirit roams
free and reminds me
to wake up – to breathe.
I have dreams of you –
vivid visions of us.
As long as I dream,
you’ll always be
the best part of me.

In my Dreams

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I seem to believe what I see
in my dreams. I can recall
vivid visions of my past.
I remember you visiting me
in my dreams. I fall asleep
with you on my mind as I find
time to unwind. Deep in sleep,
my brain goes unchained.
I take a walk without moving
and I talk without speaking.
In my dreams, my broken
memories come visit me.
Old thoughts and new ideas
dance inside my head, behind
my eyelids. In my dreams,
everything feels all too real.
As I sleep, the show starts,
in my dreams, where I watch.

Dreamtown Drive

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This drive has kept me alive.
Dreamtown Drive can erase time.
It can also call my bluff.
Dreamtown Drive seems too rough;
I drive day in and day out
to see what the worlds about.
I see new things that bring pain.
I find myself drenched in rain.
I keep new things I maintain.
I meet people without names.
I tell the story of this road
to help carry this large load.
Dreamtown Drive is all too long;
I choose to just move along.
I pass a lot of roadblocks –
I run over the kicked rocks.
I slow down and look around
all before the sun goes down.