the hardest day...

it's the hardest day
some might say...when you have to say goodbye...
there's a candle burning,
on the table...and the wind comes and blows it away.

I've got your image in the mirror
the picture couldn't be drawn any clearer.
As I walk out of this house...I turn to say...

it's the hardest day
some might say...I think I found something out about you.
When the rain is falling...you're name I'm calling...
I've got something else to say.

You packed the car
and drove down the street...I could hear the radio.
They were playing sad songs,
about boys and heros...

I think that they were talking to me.

you and I today

Are you out there,
are you waiting for me...did this happen
can you come for tea...
and I'll be sittting,
out by the tree...I'll see your shadow underneath the door

I'll put my head back,
and you drive the car...foot on the gas
taking us far...
Away from the nights...out past the lights
out to the place where they don't know our names...

signs of life

The world is waking up again, the sun is beginning to spend the day beyond the reach of cloud cover. All over the city people ride their bikes, walk their dogs and meander through rows of sidewalk sales. The grass is beginning to show signs of life, as blankets of snow retreat to puddles and slowly, they evaporate into the sky.

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I need time to help create.
To sow the seeds of love,
in the fields of hate.
Spoken words are a beating drum
next to a pile of broken bones.
The world is watching as you climb to the stage.
Looking people straight in the eyes
to expell your rage.

Ghosts of the fallout

When she closed her eyes, her mind always returned to the crying and the deafening screams. She walked carefully, taking each step slowly as she made her way through the thick blanket of smoke and screams, that blurred her vision and dulled her senses.

She could hear the sharp, high-pitched cracking of the fire as it moved through the concrete and fallen timber of the once proud homes of her neighborhood. Like a cancer it spread, from one house to the next, and almost as quickly as her eyes could blink, the neighborhood vanished. Nothing was left but the soft sound of smoldering ash and the dark, drab colour of soot.

There was no laughter, there were no children playing capture the flag in between the rows of homes. She kept walking, and, willing the sunlight to break through the sufficating layer of smoke covering her head, she dropped to her knees.

She could feel her pulse rise and fall, and rise and fall...it repeated itself for several minutes. She couldn't hear the birds, nor see the sky... she was lost.