His love so Great

broken hearts so real
dell in the old farmsteads
what once was now gone.

here once doweled a love
made of all the country side
lost forever more

his love for him great
now alone he faces life
endless empty pain

A Candle Burns

a candle burns still
deep within my broken heart
it's light will not fail

though gone I feel him
lighting my way in this world
a world without him

darkness surrounds me
I long for his candle strong
so bright my heart brakes

someday we will be
together once more in love
souls bound together

Railway Tracks Of Life

railway tracks of life
moving far away from me
towards the tree of life

does the answer lie
beneath it's many branches
deep in shadows lost

life a mystery that
we search forever for
answers to it all

Alone, I Wait

love abandoned me
my heart torn rented apart
leaving my cold soul

pain and sorrow mine
will fill what life I have left
till you come for me

Gypsie Wagon

wandering each day
traveling life lead by lust
home a wagon small

new life born in route
ever searching for unknown      
gypsies free and bold

Deep Silence

nights deep silence reins
unbroken from dust till dawn
shadows fill the void

sounds beyond our reach
echo through the dense landscape
silence always there

A LittleBroken Heart

love in my lost heart
a little love in my heart
heal me heal me love

heal my broken heart
give me some love in the dark
heal my broken life

Rising Moon

high up far afield
the moon rises over the night
we remain alone

Our Mighty Oak

as I leave my home for the last time
I shall take with me but memories.
our little blue house once filled with
the laughter of children. now silent,
empty only ghosts walk there.. I leave
behind my heart and my love and  my tears.
he is gone now and the house is no longer
alive.as I hold him tight within my heart,
everything we once loved rests there too.


passing years have fled
oak trees roots so deep and wide
ghosts now walk my home

Smoke Swirls

high atop our roof
smoke swirls into the dark night
whispering oak sighs


mighty oak that has seen all
swaying in the October winds

Spring Has Come To Play

water flows caressing tiny stones
spring has come to play
rushing sounds blend with bird song

winter melts the snow
water races fast to creek
catching all the cold

liquid ice snow flows
patterns meet in warming air
soon comes the new green

Rage In The Night

"do not go gentle into that good night"

nights deep dark ending
as light fades we go with rage
death tip toes near us

tears falls but none saved
death comes riding on black wings

blinding us in fright

screaming we rage on
burn we lusting for more time
he reaps what we sow

we must go we must
kicking fighting all the way
in the end we fade


gentle nights are not good
rage we must
rage

Purple Highlands

purple heather paths
mists over the foreign highlands
still they walk these hills

knowledge from long past
mists over the foreign highlands
spun brave tale of old

the pipes kneel and sing
mists over the foreign highlands
down from son to son


 tartan clans so bold
mists over the foreign highlands
gather in the hills