The night is long and yearning
craving for the promise of sunlight
the turn of a new page.
Possibility
melts through the trees
as the sun overpowers and the shadows retreat

With the day we dance
Metaphors in motion
We are given another chance
Soak in, fulfill, advance
dazed by the sun's romance.

Flowers twirl open blooming, ignite
as time passes the hues seem to fight
dusk gives way to night
I live for the promise of light

What is freedom? It's whatever you want. That's the original, human freedom: choice. How do you define freedom? Is it unrestricted action? Is it liberation from falsehood? Is this the dusk? Or is this the dawn?

Will you look back at the dark days gone, then forward, into the new, driving those same stakes, making those same mistakes, trumpeting reverence of atrocity and explaining it as tradition? This house must come down.

I will, on bended knee, submit a commitment of deed.
I will not harness fire for there is less to burn.
I will be as water and wind and flora before.

I will not reap.
I will sow.
I will not strike.
I will be.
I will pray.
and it will sound
as the wind
through the tree
in the shallow
and the reed.

The vehement will tire and weep.
The peaceful will sing the song of echoes.
The young will carry this sound into the future.

Humanity will prosper.

Looking up at the glow of the sky
As the leaves fall slowly off the trees
Resting on the silent creek.
I imagine I painted the sky.
Wish you could see it.
The stars are waking up soon.
They don't shine the same when you're gone.
How I wish that you,
That you were right here right now.
You'd see the light in the sky
Slowly passing us by.

Diving into the blue of your eyes.
The city line is far from our sight.

Every time that I
Stare up at the stars
I can't help but wonder
If you're out there looking up
At the same stars
Thinking about me.

I remember the first time you brought me out here.
You said “Tonight will change your life.”

Anytime that I
Stare up at the stars
I can't help but wonder
How many stars I saw
That first night
Nestled in your eyes.

Come back to me.
Come back to where were free.
Cranberry woods.