If I Could....

I’d rather be a sparrow than a snail
Yes I would, if I could, I surely would
I’d rather be a hammer than a nail
Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would
Away, I’d rather sail away
Like a swan that’s here and gone
A man gets tied up to the ground
He gives the world it’s saddest sound
Its saddest sound
I’d rather be a forest than a street
Yes I would, if I could, I surely would
I’d rather feel the earth beneath my feet
Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would

Live

Live all you can; it's a mistake not to. It doesn't so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life. If you haven't had that what have you had?

Henry James
British (US -born) author (1843 - 1916)

My words like silent raindrops fell

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

'Fools' said I, 'You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.'
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, 'The words of the prophets

are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.'
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

The Sound of Silence

I'm drifting....

I'm drifting
into a new land
filled with air
and mystical power

I float into it
feeling weightless
unaware of
my own existence

I feel like
in a dream
waiting
to wake up

Instead I go deeper
and deeper
into my slumber
I keep floating

I see a world around me
I see so much going on
Yet I remain apart
from it all

I watch it
from a distance
watching myself
as a third person

I see myself
live and die
and again
spring to life

I hear the murmurs
of mingling bodies
I feel the heat
of the undead

I reach out
and cry
I scream
into a vacuum

I lean forward
to touch
but it eludes me
It's out of reach

I see the glow
of life turn me
into a bright
shining star

I shoot into the distance
I travel far
I spread over
a vast aura

I split up
into tiny spots
rays of light
or perhaps wet drops

I pour over you
enveloping you
shielding you
from all pain

I wish you could
see me
I wish you could
touch me

But I'm invisible
I live on
around you
I dream on....

......waiting to be awakened.

A Moment of Silence

Please give me a moment of silence
A pause for serenity
Of total presence
And complete absorbance

Give me a listening ear
To hear the unsaid words
To share expressive glances
And take in hidden thoughts
Be lost in understanding
Reaching out to each other
while standing still

Let's speak again
without words
Let's read more
and speak less
Let the trust
flow again...
Let us be one!

My All Time Favorite

Daffodils

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth (1804)

Haunted!

The night is long
It takes me in
Making me dizzy
and follow my whim
Eyes are heavy
with slumber deep
Yet dreams are dry

Sleep is overtaken by silent noises
Bleak hopes give way to strong desires
Passions rise and fall....
But all is lost
in the darkness of the night

Slowly reality merges with fantasy
Awareness is no more
With dancing lights all round
and the silence screaming loud
The beat of the heart slows down to a murmur
The vision in the head takes its shape
All is clear then, sweet and pleasant
as I'm immersed in the dream state.