I shadow the falling sun as I travel winter's road chasing daylight into twilight where a frozen river flows the stark forest stands vigil frozen sentinels frame my view the last of light on winter's road beckons in muted hues twilight is upon me as I round the final bend and in a spell of longing I reflect on winter's end I have traveled winter's road through all the seasons of my life with no regrets I cross the river and recede into the light
If I could live in a musical - I'd bellow happiness in B minor sit on the roof with family and sing of traditions - Traditions! croon love songs from mountain tops sing of lemon drops beyond the rainbow gather the band and march with seventy-six trombones! when life hands you a pandemic, an insurrection, and locks you down - break out the songs, adjust your crown, and dance!
she feigns a laugh before she cries a broken heart with no goodbyes pain and sorrow have burrowed in her lover's eyes, a face gone dim oh, cruel the time, tick-tock, the years deeply etched lines channel her tears an empty vessel, she sets course her sails billow as winds blow north upon life’s ocean, vast and deep fate beckons, no time to weep
