Falling Down the Rabbit Hole of Tomorrow

uncertainly simple thoughts pour from her mind

sunshine breaks the dawn of her smile

the flow of her soul tells you another story

shadows of a an endless river night

loving may be all she wants to know in the heart of her swirling daydream

night passages to the heart of the quest wind down the road

of what she hopes will lead her into the arms

of one who will care forever

and into a lifetime of unbroken dawns

over the seas of adversity she sails

holding this dream in her heart

though the blunt and jagged rocks of heartbreak strands her momentarily

a new ship will set sail in the creeping sunrise

is the mystery the answer?

is the myth of tomorrow worth the cost?

only time can teach us the questions

only living can take us through the doorway of curiosity

on the winds of uncertainty she falls into the whisper of the darkness

the shadows of night bring the desire for a second chance

to walk the path or set out on a course unknown

having sex with a question of making love to a enigma

the choice we all must face under the stars of living

when the mystery wakes up to find the myth has gone 

The Dreamer's Ball

a sensation dances inside the moment of a dream

a dreamer's vision of beauty unbound

she sways to the "one in a million chances" waltz

brilliantly she twirls through the clouds 

and the crowds floating with grace and beauty

sending earthquakes of anticipation through the ground she touches

the dreamer breathes faster with the notion of 

just one caress of her gentle hand 

how scrumptious the feeling of sharing the dance

to melt into the essence of her beauty

to feel the warmth of her flame burning this dance into the forever 

a mystic waltz in this dreamers desolation 

to release the anguish of a life lived at a distance

the moment fades as all too soon 

the alarm clock fucks me back to the reality....

of dreaming about a dance

Because...

because love is never simple

because love is never easy

or perhaps that's just us

who we are

i the extremist 

you the quiet mouse

because loving you has been so simple

because loving you has been so easy 

or perhaps that's just me

you the passenger on my roller coaster 

i the madman at the wheel

because loving me has been a puzzle

because loving me has been a tempest in a teacup 

or perhaps that's just you

i the doctor of dramatics 

you the actress on the stage

because life has never been a dream

except when we're alone

and the world can't intrude

that my dear is just us

we the frightened dreamers

holding onto each other 

because together we are something special

and nothing in heaven or earth can change that

just because.....may i kiss you?

Where the Master Lies

where the master lies

whispering into the thunder

holding the strings of prophecy 

where the master lies

in a tomb of reckoning?

atop a mountain of chaos?

within a fortress of darkness?

where the master lies

waiting for you

That Was Before Portland

i was moved by your willingness to give our life all your best

so stand beside me in the pouring rain 

never break down when we went on the run

when the senses numbed and my well ran dry you took my hand

you gave me cause 

that was before Portland 

when the engines failed 

and the big winds came

before Portland 

and another me found another you 

before Portland 

it was a cotton candy world 

we danced in moonlight 

in a sepia toned dream we ebbed and flowed

slightly less than heaven in a whirlpool of emotion

we caught the brass ring of tomorrow 

that was before Portland 

when the engines failed 

and the big winds came

before Portland 

and another me found another you 

before Portland 

you can hold onto dream until tomorrow

but you can't keep tomorrow from becoming yesterday 

someday

any day

after Portland 

that was before Portland 

when the engines failed 

and the big winds came

before Portland 

and another me found another you 

before Portland 

Shadow of Your Smile

it is in the shadow of your smile that true sorrow resides

concealing the sins of another night spent in the dim glow of flickering street lamps 

but you're going home now

it was in the shadow of your kiss that i found the meaning of lonely 

sheltering the beauty of your innocence that so many longed to touch

but you're going home now

it was in the shadow of a stone that i wept for your soul

covering my heartache in the uncertainty of a loss i could never understand 

but you're home now

it was in the shadow of time i waited for you

covered by the cool earth of an unplanned departure

but you're home now

and so am i