The strings of grandpa's violin
Awaits the master's hands
Setting in the corner
Trying to understand
Years have long past
Since his fingers stroked the strings
Invading tunes into the night time air
Making the old violin sing
Memories of melodies now invade the air
Allowing my soul to hear what once was played
Now only dust covers its strings
Looking as if its been betrayed
The day will come when Angels will arrive
Taking my soul for a heavenly ride
The heavenly gates where all things come true
And Angels wipe the tears that have been cried
I will ask the angels at this special time
One front row center seat on God's heavenly shore
Handing over the old violin
So grandpa can play the the strings once more © 2010

Weeping moon
Dusted with gold
Casting your spell
As dreams unfold
Cotton linin
White as snow
Encase two lovers
While dreams flow
White linen sculpt
Lover's mortal mold
Delineating two lovers
Bathed in gold © 2010

Cradled between bow and stern
Hewn with sweat and blood
Drawn and axed, split and shaved
Built to oppose all floods
Keelson raised with grit and gore
Lifted nigh by might and wield
Pit and pitch, pegged and planked
Bilge to bottom sealed
Nighttime lore sets the sails
Voyage upon seven seas
Mast and boom, trim and draft
Rigged and full with breeze
Listen mates to Satan's call
Lifted nigh by might and force
Wicked and black, pitched and tossed
Satan controlled the course
Hands from a watery grave
Grasped and engulfed the hull
Lifted and dropped, pitched and tossed
Satan's breath made the call
Cradled between bow and stern
Men with flesh and souls
Fear and aches, prayers and pain
Rudder of God is in control
Nighttime sky velvet black
Blankets the aquamarine
Quiet and dark, solitude and peace
Now silence permeates the scene
New dawn paints the sky
Spreading peace upon the sea
Praise and thanks, tears and joy
Casting hope on seven seas   © 2010