Time

Time when life is good
time when things are bad
time when everything is worse
time when life seems a curse.

It's not the sin of time
but of the soul of mine
blind to the unmatching rhyme
of life that I played mime.

Time does not halt
time does not speed
time does not turn
time will not mislead.

In our soul lies the craft
of deceit, of game, of greed
the values of your human creed
where honesty will not succeed.

Time will not speak
time is always numb
time will not warn
time won't play the drums.

Then, why time be blamed
for life when cruellest
caused and claimed
by shards of the tempest.

Time will live
time won't die
to tell the betrayal tale
time will surely survive.

Random

Hobbits, Orcs, Humans and Elves,
all tied together, in story of courage,
of power of allies, of love's strength
of evil of deciet, of one's own selves!

I Sail!

Clouds set in, bringing rain and hail
fragrance infects my thoughts
I find myself on a voyage
in the sea of dreams, I sail.

In between our jog on a spring dawn
with my fingers I spoil your hair
breathing the dew wet greens of our lawn
making sure you have no worries or a care.

We sing, laugh and play
away from summer's reach
building sand castles all day
on a beautiful island beach.

Watching trees shed leaf
under the rainbow in fall
a flash of white leaves us deaf
we rush to dance in the squall.

On a cold winter night
we escape snow and storm
in blanket soft and white
holding hands, we feel the warmth.

It may happen with any ray
the voyage ends, dreams shatter
yet, I write these songs today
for they will never weather!