Hold Me Close

Hold me close, hold me tight, hold me together with all your might

Watch me long, sing your song, stay with me throughout the night

Caress my cheek, unveil my mystique, bright shine on me your light

Lay bare my soul, take care my heart, and send every fright to flight

For I belong to you belonging to me and this is our sweet sung song

In Your Eyes

In Your eyes I can dream one thousand dreams

Streaming from the subconscious of my mind

To bind me to you bound to me for all to see

And to be mesmerized forever in my endeavor

To love you as much as you love me

Above all the world’s fray as we play

And I sink into your eyes where lies my peace

Ride to Nowhere

Welcome to the ride nowhere, somewhere around the corner,

Bound for some new world of fantasy as the whistle sounds,

Eerie looking ahead to make your bed in the nether lands,

Or with bands of nomads on desert plain to sustain living,

Believing there is more uptrack, but little in your haversack,

As the journey into eternity is a neverending bending reality,

What you see thru the glass as it all passes by in banality,

A totality of new abnormality in an endless dimensionality

Ziggurats of Peace

Ziggurats tower high above the world of diplomats and bureaucrats,

Above the clouds of earthen concerns of loud crowds of plutocrats,

Above republicans, democrats, and dealers in their corporate habitats,

Reaching up to heavenly borders where gods reside and angels abide,

Far from the clamor of dramatic glamour with no enamor, no upside,

And will we have to descend from this place we cannot comprehend

But love for the peace it affords to bind our chords to the world again?

Sing Sweet Muses

Beauty speaks to beauty in musical harmony of muses

So sing to me sweet songs of serenity for heart’s security

And let me live in your love among lovely children carefree

Never ceasing relentless search for peace among peaceful people

With no dagger more dangerous that kind words and an open heart

So my departure is ne’er depressed in descending into such a scene

That I might live, too, in more than sight of paint on cold canvass

If you will but sing songs of serenity for such son as I am

Covered Up Safe

And he’ll keep me warm and safe tonight against this unholy, frozen blight,

Frightening though it be for me, tightening of the throat, and face whitening,

You can trace the lines of fear of things far and near, and in my heart hear terror,

Except for the wings that cover me, bringing calm peace, singing serenity,

Giving me new identity in an absurd outpouring of love, mercy and grace.