Teach me to fly...

Or maybe cushion my fall, as I plummet from the sky

A few more than 20, but I don't think anyone minds 

Rain Man

They rain upon us

These thunderstorms of madness

Bringing grief without relief

Learn to Fly

In these darker days,

There is nothing left to learn

Except how to fly

Teach me to Fly

Teach me how to fly

Or cushion my fall below

To hell’s dark fire

Fall into place

Struggling just to see

We’re all waiting for our dreams

To fall into place

Ever After

We live forever

Happily ever after

In oblivion

Fools Fools Fools

Fools rush blindly in

Where even angels fear to tread

A sign of our times

Cascade

Cascades of sorrow

Rain their misery upon us

Drowning tomorrow

Icarus

Oceans pulled him down

He fell in love with the sun

And fell from the sky

Summer Heat

Searing Summer Heat

Comes and goes quickly in time

Leaving scars behind

Viola

The violin sits,
Unplayed, waiting, while we are
moved by nature’s peace.

Out and About

Ribbons of grey fog
purple mountain majesties
The outdoors beckon

In thought and Deed

Mastery of form;
discipline of thought and word -
wisdom sprouts anew

Curse of Man

Crippled by faction,
We fail to love our brothers
Our own flesh and blood

Spring into action

The flowers in bloom
Twigs and string, feathers and grass -
morning song's nursery

Anew

Fertile structures rise,
Straining to reach daylight and-
Signs of renewal.

Synchronicity

Synchronous, a smile,
watching words flow to the shore,
to share elements of us

The World at large

Ice ages, heat waves

Snapshots from our bleak future

Of global warming

Flavour of the month

Greed, envy and hate –

Condiments that flavour our

Wretched existence

Solid Gold

Out in the city

To meet and be somebody

Made of solid gold

More to Life

There is more to life

Than in our philosophies?

I wish I knew what

The Call

Who answers death’s call?

With its dark trumpets and horns

That bring strife and scorn

Dormant

Seasons’ dormant seeds

Hide under cold winter fields

Waiting for harvests

I've been good this year and this reward, of course, is yours,

Lloyd Webber