Where we shall go from here.

Middle of a later evening, in winters birth that beats back the sun from hovering too long, along a path overgrown and thicketed lay a decision to be had. Up a hill that knows no boundaries, beyond a field that shows no limits, beneath a brookway that leads away from where we are, we must choose a direction.

You say "north". If north over the hill is our direction we must be ready for what lives beyond, though we don't know what troubles and hardships, or pleasant retreats will be found, we must identify us as steadfast and determined in our right to summit and move along. The wind may be stronger, the air colder, the rocks steeper, the chance of surviving smaller. There are risks to the north, to the hill.

"East" you say. If east through the field and further is our direction we must be prepared for a land of no limitations, one that can provide any situation, to challenge any faith and connection, to shake the grounds of any foundation, to tempt all with everything. This is a path that gardens the person, that strengthens or breaks ones approach to a life. What bends may grow strong, what never waivers may break. There are risks to the east, past the field.

"So what of the south?" The brook to the south is slow and peaceful looking, like a brook to wet your feet in, to toss a stick and watch it play in the whites of the water, it looks harmless and pure like a happy child. But what if the clouds come in, and the rain breaks the sky? The chance of what may come can fill this brook and wash us away. flush us downstream where we may never be able to stop moving, never be able to idle. never be able settle and float along together. We may be tumbled forever unless we reach a damn, and still then we may slip through. There is a chance in high waters we stick together and find our footing, a stronghold that binds us, a connection that allows us our escape from turbulent times. There are risks to the south, along the brook.

"The west?" To the west is where we have been, where we came from, where we know every rock, stick, hollow, root and tree of this path. We know what made us tired and weak, we know what made us push ourselves for more, what brightened us up, what dragged us down, what split us and brought us back together again. We know everything about the west, we can always be safe, sound, comfortable, and stable in the west. It is a place of content and security. There is very little risk to the west, there is little challenge for our lives.

"Well it is settle then." It is settled. "Anywhere but west. Maybe we will try all three. That's how we've made it this far."

Everything is hard, but so are we

I found a rainbow today
in your hand
and there's no pot of gold
to be found
and you should always know
just what i am
you will always know
I know what I am.

every bit when I'm gone.
every touch when we're as one.
in every breath that finds a way
to breathe on, I, know how to mean it.

and in you i
see these days
that will some day
come this way.
for every sight we
have to see
will in some way, be,
oh such a brilliant sight to see.

and the wind blows hard,
against these flames
just a blink of an eye
just two more days.
and the sky is full with falling stars.
everything is given.
everything is hard.

I found a rainbow today
in your hand
and there's no pot of gold
to be found
and you should always know
just what i am
you will always know
I know what I am.

we know a break will come,
it's the break of day.
know matter what may come
dove, I'll always stay.
and in that rainbow hand I'll plant today
a pot of gold for you to always hold.

not too many thorns

Looked for the girl in this world that's a part of me.
Lady you call me home.
I have picked the perfect rose.
And the the perfect rose has picked me.

So see me
spend a day
and take me
so far away
and spend your
sweet time with me
and share your
sweet lines with me

i've seem to have lost my touch
thank you so very much, for your
inspiration
i have found this hard to handle
i hope i'm so very able, to have
celebration

So see me
spend a day
and take me
so far away
and spend your
sweet time with me
and share your
sweet lines with me

Lady you call me home.
I have picked a lovely rose.
and a lovely rose has picked me.