Someone that I cared for
Once asked my favorite word.
I didn’t have an answer then,
But now I do.

Tomorrow is a word that rings,
A bell whose sound we chase and try to catch.
Through the years we follow,
It’s echoes full of hope and full of fear.

Tomorrow makes no promises,
No warranties on joy;
An accident, a tragedy,
Could be beyond this night.

But though I know that this is true,
And sadness comes for all,
Tomorrow too could hold the door
For my future self

That joyful woman I hope to be
Once all is right that can be fixed.
And so I chase tomorrow’s ringing,
Clear and pure through the nights of time,


And I know that soon the night will end,
And she’ll wait for me at tomorrow.

If I had a poem
I’m my heart for every sob
For every stab of lonleliness
That I must feel anon,
Then I would be a poet
With a library to my name
And every comfort I could wish
Save you safe home again

Two different faces
Who am I?
The one they see
Or who I am
They don’t notice,
So I hide
Behind my
Double faces

A day stretches endless
A year but a blink
Of Mother Nature’s eye

I see the deaths of a thousand trees
In stacks of paper that heavenward climb
And tell the stories of things long past
That the trees have seen

Is it only I who can see their lives,
The precious lives we’ve squandered here?
Is it only I who mourn the trees
Who gave their lives unwillingly
For the sake of knowledge?
Am I the only one who hears their cries?
The whispers of the leaves remain
And speak of loss

What lives on beyond the day we die?
What remains of who we were before?
How can we know, while still we live,
There’s such a thing as more?

These are the midnight mysteries
My mind whispers to my heart
While my brain tries to see my soul

If each raindrop took a thousand tears
I still would be a storm
If every sob had a whipspers’ voice
I still would be a roar
And if every minute was an age
It still won’t be enough
I know I’ll miss you
And I know I’ll cry
Yet here I am