As I Look Out Over The City

How they run their little races round
The merry old oak of human knowledge
They go about this age old tree
Seeking out new knots and dreams
Trying hard to find their ways
Trying hard not to wake up yet
Maybe if they run a little faster
They won’t have to stop the games they play
They won’t have to wake up yet
So they try to find their way around
Try so hard to make sense of this circle
They spiritualize every leaf and shadow
They refuse to see the rest of the forest
How foolish are these little children
To think but one tree is the world
But they will never even see its crown
Not unless they stop their games round
The breaking pillar that is this world
And see the shining sun that gives life
To each leaf, and branch, and acorn
And climb out the trench of a rutt called life
And run no more in repeated circles
But instead find the straight path
Of this blue disc of ours
That runs to the stars and beyond the sky
Into the arms of the Eternal Heartbeat

Questions for the Night

What if you could hear my heart
Beating across the galaxies?
What if you could count each tear
In the oceans I've wept in longing for you?
What if there were words enough
To tell how my soul strives for you daily?
What if you could measure how constantly
I ache for your embrace?
How much longer must bride and bridegroom
Be kept apart by burdensome time?
How many questions more until I make my point?
How much longer can I burn this rhyme...

Our Glass Coffins

Tracing crystal angels in the glass
Her breath fogged up the mirror's view
Was she too close to see outside
The walls she built of glass and snow

Snow white was a princess- ice as cold
Who ruled the world with mouth so bold
But despite her charm and virtue and class
She lay trapped there in her coffin of glass

Her pale white fingers yearned to play
And life ebbed lower with each passing day
But there she stayed waiting for him
Thinking with his kiss her life would begin

Show White was a prisoner -iron as sharp
Who ruled her life by a broken heart
Thinking the next or the next would finally fill
That void left by the apple-old forgotten kill

Now the problem with this princess
Is not that she's obsessed
For her yearning in Godly source lies
But how can she see him if she doesn't
OPEN UP HER EYES!

Snow White, Snow White why are you still sleeping?
Little Princess why are you so quietly weeping?
Come on, get up, and open your pretty eyes
Before Prince charming rides on by