‘wake to fall in dreams of sorrow- i’m losing time. in a world of no tomorrow love is made to beg and borrow, and i wonder why. ‘winds arise and clouds are forming – sirens wail a distant warning. in a world of no tomorrow, love is made to beg and borrow and i wonder… Read More Storm
more than words can say more than other days we collide and drift away to our worlds of gray does anyone pray for me, St. Valentine – ‘I’ll be yours if you make him mine?’ played the tragic man with a poison pen and pierced the side of Christ again waiting to ascend does anyone… Read More St. Valentine
to every soul on the good earth, hello from every star, cold and remote, hello all your prayers and wishes mean the world … to every soul on the good earth, hello another day has turned its back to me but i’ve the moon to keep me company i have no wings, nor strings to… Read More remote
branches reach the sky but for limbs broken bare as my own, bundled tight, ache from slumber the fallow fields beneath the snow stretch for miles in unforgiving cold and there’s nothing here I remember maybe i left behind nothing to forget with sallow light, the northern sun shines the same on every one of… Read More December
dawn is gray dawn is gray and autumn shed its color – the sky offers none, the ground offers none, nor the trees. turn up your collar, it’s getting cold. turn up your collar, winter’s coming. i thought i heard birds but that was tuesday. on faith alone i believe there’s a sun – the… Read More nor the trees
amber and crimson stain the water gold cold water glisten days grow shorter then as night takes old man winter’s chilly hand these are my character my favorite time of year and stars fall through places you never knew were there but then someone, somewhere offers a winter’s prayer a crystal cold moon appears –… Read More My Favorite Time of Year
blackbird wait on the evening blackbird wait on the dark others mock to be caught in the nets in recompense for their lark nighttime comes in search of tomorrow as darkness falls a dark vision follows so I swear this is the day gonna make a breakaway got to loose these chains or die… Read More The Raven
whose wings have I got? what spell has been cast? slowly we turn with the world on its string. who’s sorry now? she called me love and wonders where the love has gone. only words fly so fast and far away on the wings of their god. so goodnight, i’ll be alright though bound to play… Read More Goodnight Angel
well, here again my friend said, prove your paces and on the road less traveled i move in spaces that i wouldn’t choose, but i can’t lose their faces. i keep on looking, but it’s so hard to find it’s never in the same place twice the space between, beneath, behind, you’ll find i’m sorry… it… Read More i’m sorry
from my window i can see where you were led astray, and all the many paths upon which others lost their way. none have I traversed for fear of making their mistakes – i embrace the fear as wisdom from a higher place. when truth becomes a fairy tale, the teller is a lie. when… Read More From My Window
Robert Müller and the Way Home 