As Children Often Do
Darkness crawls across the land
Sleepy children lay down their heads
If only sleep could come so easily
To those with wondering heads
The stars are out
Though clouds hide then from shining bright
No wishes to comfort
Lonely travels on deserted roads
Dew blankets the grass blades
The wholes in my chucks
Drink plenty in the puddles
My feet trod through
To weary to know were my destination lies
The wind tries to blow me down
Trees moan and shake their leaves
Pleading with the wind to subside
Praying their roots will hold
Clouds turn shades of violets, pinks and red
As the morning walks to eases the dark back
Back to the back of are minds
If only for a short while
Morning rays simmer on dew drops
Diamonds clinging to blades of grass
The tress still their swaying branches
Letting the sun sock up the dew that ways them down
No matter where I go
What rode I take
I wind up on these same old rode
Were people I don’t know
Pass me on the street
Staring
Staring back I see
The mystery that circles around their heads
When day turns to night
Relation dawns on me
Like the father of folk said
We are just a one big soul
From the trees to the children that lay sleeping in their bead
And as children often do we wonder and stare at thinks we find interesting
Sleepy children lay down their heads
If only sleep could come so easily
To those with wondering heads
The stars are out
Though clouds hide then from shining bright
No wishes to comfort
Lonely travels on deserted roads
Dew blankets the grass blades
The wholes in my chucks
Drink plenty in the puddles
My feet trod through
To weary to know were my destination lies
The wind tries to blow me down
Trees moan and shake their leaves
Pleading with the wind to subside
Praying their roots will hold
Clouds turn shades of violets, pinks and red
As the morning walks to eases the dark back
Back to the back of are minds
If only for a short while
Morning rays simmer on dew drops
Diamonds clinging to blades of grass
The tress still their swaying branches
Letting the sun sock up the dew that ways them down
No matter where I go
What rode I take
I wind up on these same old rode
Were people I don’t know
Pass me on the street
Staring
Staring back I see
The mystery that circles around their heads
When day turns to night
Relation dawns on me
Like the father of folk said
We are just a one big soul
From the trees to the children that lay sleeping in their bead
And as children often do we wonder and stare at thinks we find interesting