You and I – With our castles in the sky Watching the wind blow them by Dreams that were never meant to be . . . Maple twirly leaves Spin down in the breeze They show us the ease That lies in tomorrow’s warmth . . . Waves rolling ashore One by one, there’s always more Seagulls dive and soar Feeling the freedom of the day . . . Sky, Land, and Sea Carrying thoughts of you and me Like them we will always and forever be For our love lies in the brilliance of the sun . . . . Wgm 1978
It’s March and raining – I miss the sun, the sun That touched my mother’s forehead That kissed my lover’s smile That warms my own cold grave That calls to me still I miss the light . . . Spring will be here soon – This I know, this I pray for To see rainbows dance in the sky To hear Phoebes in the woods To watch the rebirth of life To hold my darling and a flower This I pray for . . . Dreams like unicorns – All lie in yesterday If you catch one it’s yours If you can hold one it’s real If you can watch it grow, it’s beauty If it is, it is life All in a sea of ifs . . . My tears of silver fall – To precious to be shed For memories I cherish For dreams I cannot see For loves lost but never had For poems sung but never written Still they come tumbling down . . . Phantom of the cold night – Phantom of your dreams Phantom at your side Do you see the wave my child? The one you have chosen to ride So very high Touching the noon day sun . . . I am but a ghost who walks – Following in the shadows of yesterday A man without a vision A man without a cause A man out of his time A man with no tomorrow A ghost who walks – I miss the sun . . . . . Won’t you be my sun? Wgm 3/78
In the years since I’ve come in to being And only God knows when that day was I have lived and died A thousand times over . . . So many years, so many dreams I know not my name My purpose to be Who or what I love Or what I am Or why I am . . . It seems that I had it all Everything was so well planned It seems as tho a thousand more lives Shall never fill Those hours left ahead Or reclaim those left behind . . . I feel as if I have waded In a long stream Or a wind swept desert With no trace of me Ever having been here Ever having dreamed . . . You are but a part Of this fragment of my being I am but a phantom shadow Of a vision you’ve only dreamed I walk through time’s doors I pass through everyone I meet . . . A touch of light A touch of darkness A ray of joy A streak of passion A heart of love A body of mist . . . What is man made of? So what am I? Some call me a man Some call me other names Some do not know me Some do not care to . . . Know that I seek life I seek perfection and truth I seek knowledge of all I seek wisdom and loyalty I seek love most of all . . . Who will need me now? Who will need me tomorrow? Need is blood and blood is life Who drinks my blood Is filled with me and lives In all that I am . . . . . 1981 wgm