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
‘better now it’s better this way. the truth is i’m too tired. it’s better this way ‘better not the trail has gone cold. the truth is i’m too tired and getting too old i’m on a path less traveled, some say but it’s all that i know it’s better this way. if locked in the… Read More Better
last chance to turn back last chance to go last chance to forget we were ever on this road one love in autumn one love in spring somewhere in between i am feeling all alone and awfully cold i love the sun, but it feels like winter the moon, the tide the pull inside the… Read More Ten Miles from Home
I believe somewhere in the aftermath, when we were picking up the pieces, a little bit of you got mixed up with the pieces of my heart. I keep those pieces in a jar on the mantle in my favorite room of the house we never built; a house that has few windows. I go… Read More Pieces of You
Well it had to be for the story’s sake a reoccurring theme through the final take. Now dim the lights, cue the dream, fade to black and cut to scene. Who’s the fool taken at your word? ‘the sweetest lies that you’ve ever heard. A crowd is forming, and the spirals rise. Motion slows, and… Read More Rise
Robert Müller and the Way Home 