It Can't Rain All The Time

A Place That I Forgot

Take a step,

Don’t look back.

I know the labyrinth is no place to play,

But I need to just get away.

The sounds I hear coming from inside,

Are so inviting.

So I’ll take the next step,

Then the next three till I’m around the first right.

I smile as the sounds are clearer.

What could it hurt,

Well besides myself?

I say.

A right, a left, another two right,

A stop between the minotaur and myself.

I smile and just ask him,

May I just walk by and stay?

He’s confused with a stare of disbelief,

As I’m not scared or even running,

I’m asking can I stay.

With his blank stare,

I step to the side and keep going to the sound.

It’s getting louder, stronger, I can feel it.

When I look to where the sound is coming from,

I’m in disbelief myself.

Just a simple old fashion music box.

When walking towards it,

The item that spins is no ballerina, or other trinket.

Just a beating, living heart.

In amazement I just watch it spin,

Around and around, with a beautiful sound.

After a while I sit,

I close my eyes.

Then I can see that this heart that spins,

And creates this beautiful sound,

Is nothing but my own that I’ve stored away.

Now my only questions is,

How do I get out of my own secret keep away,

That I forgot I built, and to find my way.

Star Dusk

Those nights of sitting on the hill,

Where the star dusk was our life.

It was written in the stars,

Every word,

Every sentence,

Every moment,

Of our lives.

It was shared for the world,

But only you and I knew the code,

To see what was written of our lives.

Yet now it seems like only I still looks at them,

Because I still write in the stars in hope,

That maybe you’ll read these,

Cryptic words,

Cryptic sentences,

Cryptic dreams of moments,

Of the lives we could have had.

So I’ll just lay here still,

To hope,

To dream,

To maybe see,

That you’ll write back to me again one day.

So to you Star Dusk I’ll write on you,

Thank You for always going to stay the same,

Till I write on you another day.  

Whispers of the Radio

Music is a form of life,

One that stays with you forever.

The first song when you met.

The first song when you held hands.

The first song when you kissed.

The first song dedicated to each other.

Plus the ones that follow you through the good and bad.

These are the Whispers of the Radio.

Songs that could have ment nothing before you,

Now mean the world to you when together,

But can destroy you after it’s all over. 

These songs take time first to listen and understand,

The meaning that may hide in them to each other.

Yet when it’s all over filled with nothing but memories,

That sometimes you don’t want to stay.

These are the Whispers of the Radio.

Over the years they’ve built up many,

The good when together,

The bad when not,

But the memories always have stayed.

Some song you knew were onces I thought of you,

While others you had no idea,

But that’s ok because you never needed to know those.

These are the Whispers of the Radio.

Time never stops,

But the memories always will.

Take those few minutes of the song,

Remember what those whisper mean to you,

Yes they could hurt for a while,

Yet in the end they’ll mean the world,

Because of what they hold.

These are the Whispers of the Radio.

Whisper of the Rose

A symbol too must of love,

But to me it means so much more.

You wouldn’t understand,

What the rose means to me.

It’s not just for the love of yesteryears,

But it’s the last things I truely felt.

Still a symbol one that makes me smile,

Yet cry all in the same time.

In my mind the petals are still holding on,

Even though I know they’re truely all gone.

I’m just to scared to really see what’s there,

Because then I know the melody will go away.

Another street light gone out,

Another minute to pass by,

Another time for me to walk by all the memories.

So I say to you, Whisper of the Rose,

I won’t uncover you to really see what the casing holds,

Because I’m not ready yet for you to go away.

Whisper of the Rain

The dawn has turned to dusk

With time that’s past through sand

The glimmer off the road

From the headlights passing by

To the moon light showing it’s time to live

The Whisper of the Rain

Has hit upon it’s time once again

Beating of the light to show you it’s there

It touching my skin, like your fingertips

That would touch my bare skin

And it going through my hair like

The Whisper of the Rain

I’ve talked about these streets I walk

Whether you were on the phone

Our just in my heart, my dear

Yet the rain always seems to brighten memories

Since it gives the memories a physical feel like

The Whisper of the Rain

No music of our song I hear

Besides the beating of the rain

As it bounces off my hood

Or hits upon my eyes as I stare

To the clouds that make

The Whisper of the Rain

Whisper of the Dawn

The smell of the coffee pot,

That turns on at 7am that’s still set,

Even though it’s been in the closet,

For over a year.

But still I smell it from time to time.

It woke me up this morning.

I rolled over to find nothing,

Just like everytime before this.

As my feet hit the floor and I stretch,

And a pop from my back,

Breaks the silence of the room.

It feels like it was yesterday,

You were coming back through the doorway,

With coffee cup in hand.

As you leaned down to kiss me and say Good Morning,

And I Love You.

I stand infront the of the window,

To open it and hear,

Our song coming from a car down the road.

I smile and I say,

Is this the sign that today might be the day,

Or is this just another Whisper of the Night,

That’s turned to the dawn.

Whisper of the Night

Driving down the road, on this empty night,

I love all the sights and no sounds,

Besides the whisper of the night.

But when I’m sitting here, with my hand on the rest,

And yours isn’t on top of mine,

I forget how much I miss the little things you always did best.

So for now I’ll just keep on driving into the darkness of the night,

Only lit by my headlights.

While listening to the sound of a lonely heart beating inside,

Until you either come back with your gentle touch on top of mine,

Or I can open up the passenger door to let someone new sit,

And maybe, just maybe, take my hand and let me feel like a gentleman.

I roll down the window and stick my hand outside,

To feel the gentle touch of a midnight rain,

I smile,

I laugh,

I say…”Thank you, whisper of the night.”

She might not be sitting here beside, or even thinking of me,

But I will think of her in hope, that you whisper in her dreams,

That I think of her tonight.

I hear a whisper coming over the radio,

Even though I haven’t hit play,

The power turns on and our melody begins.

I think to myself, it’s never over till the melody dies away.