Rising Stories

              For that is the question, isn’t it? I don’t know who you are anymore. Once, you were the guy, my carefree man with those sea-glass colored eyes and that laugh. Oh, the way you could make me laugh. We used to sit outside on a blanket in the plush grass with the berries and the gouda, the white wine and lay there looking up toward the turquoise sky until that dark day, the one day when the sky turned black wit...

If I followed dawn, I’d rise in my slow climb high above the sycamores, high above the clouds, the hills and valleys, the mountains, lakes and gleaming rivers rushing to the sea. I’d follow the blue day high above the groans of the dying, the screams of lovers, the cries of babies, the horns and sirens of crowded cities where smoke and soot soil the houses and tall buildings. And following the day towards dusk, past the m...

I have cried now and then Felt the pain flow in my veins Lived my sorrows In the ‘living daylights’ And been scared From the shadows at night And today when I stand alone I feel so…………….free I am me and me I am And I found me when I was lost And lost I was for a long while By my own fears And past moments in time And today when I stand alone I feel so…………….free It took a while to forgive me For reasons that I couldn’t see...