where
time sings
like
cold wind
blowing
as
an echo
deep
there
within my soul
where
time
is growing old.
is
a young man’s rhyme
just
a question
left
unresolved
or
is
it blood
wet
and warm
dripping
from
scarred fingerprints,
from
ancient dreams
can
i still believe
in
life
now
that i have
come
to believe
in
death.
like
a cold wind blowing
where
time sings.
-
jude
seasons
break
without
reasons
sunlight
on a vermont dream
falls
free
between
clouds
and
a woman’s screams
where
her
water dreams,
alone?
or
dares
she
to
believe
past
the blood
and
easy rhyme
beauty
is rarely simple
when
held deeply
within
a lost
child’s
mind
but
dares she
that
seasons
break
without
reasons
and
sunlight
always falls
on
a vermont dream
across
any woman
who
believes between the seams.
-
jude
dreaming
where
dragons dance
just
a woman
deep
in her silence
bleeds
truth
and hope
from
where
claws
have
raked
easily
across her soul
when
a child is marked
by
a dragon’s spirit,
can
only a woman grow
where
only a woman
can
dream,
dare
she believe
in
a universe that sees
from
within the eyes
where
fire tries
where
birth is the question
when
she lies
where
blows the breath
across
her dreams
where
dragons dance.
- jude
of
songs sung
songs
of peace
in
the silence
once
again unsung
are
these tears
left
for
the death of children
again
marching in the darkness
so
cold
when
you’ve sold
too
many years lost
to
the cost
of
a dream
against
the screams
child,
child
why
can’t you believe
even
as you bleed
oh!
songs of peace
where
a poet’s spirit
just
wants to cry
but
one more time
broken
broken
broken…rhyme.
-
jude
cold
moon light
a
long night
carries
so
young
the
man-child’s soul
and
a poet
can
only cry
the
pain so deep
a
loss so real
he
has passed this life
maybe
peace
yet
nothing
left to feel
the
music i hear
his
life
in
a moon wind rising
to
freedom
to
silence
just
tears stain
the
unused pillows
of
those who loved him,
if
only he could
have
known.
the
sweet light
the
beauty he was
deep
in our eyes.
-
love
jude
sweet
tim
sweet
soul where did you go
an
artist without a canvass
a
man child full of grace
your
life echoes
a
deep song
along
the open eyes
of
many friends
of
family
of
a world in need,
where
drifts your truth
in
the light of time
on
your walk of forever
and
a world’s loss
so
breaks our hearts
sweet
tim,
for
where have you gone
-
love
jude
last
breath
seasons
of
light
and death
and
nothing
but
echoes left
so
alone
must
a child be
when
their reasons
are
but
lost within that
last
breath,
what
tears are these
that
so
breaks my heart.
-
jude
within
the water
in
the water
of
my dreams
dare
i believe in
the
truth
of
my life’s echoes
oh,
sweet beauty
i
could
only
bleed for you
when
the rain
fell
free,
did
you care
did
you see
must
ever a man
who
loves so
die
alone
in
the water
of
your dreams
where,
dared i
to
believe.
- jude
i
bleed
lost
in the run of water
adrift
where
seasons meet
greeting
as moments
where
on
the cross of time
one
looks
for
reasons
to
believe,
to
bleed your soul
open
free
dare
a man live
past
the stains on his heart
when
his country is
falling
apart,
where
truth is illusion
once
again
long
river runs cold
its
mountain water, dreams
across
my sighs
my
tired eyes
my
seasons
in
their reasons to believe.
i
bleed.
-
jude
deep
in the silence
lost
in our youth
where
rises
our
sweet dreams of freedom
when
our dark eyes
plead
unseen
always
between
the seasons
lost
to reason
are
our children
bleeding!
in
a crowd
unseen
with
no dreams left
to
draw color
into
one’s soul
some,
dare to
bleed
and live free
some,
become
lost
in-between
the falling light
dreaming
only
to be seen
and
too many
just
fade
to grey
living
with nothing to say.
-
jude
seasons
for jenM
slow
afternoon
walking
down
a
long
new
York city street
concrete
in beat
a
young girl
wears
her
woman eyes
in
the shade of
her
long hair free
behind
the dreams
of
her
school girl sighs
rhythm
she
dances
across
the mirror
she
chances
to
be seen
sweet
blues
what
does its rhyme mean
ancient
dreams
they
believe
in
the silence
of
lost songs
only
her mother
dared
see
seasons
they turn
when
echoes burn
where
voices remain
sweet
and lost
seasons
they turn
for
a young girl
walking
down tomorrow
so
dance her dreams
-
jude
a
wind blows
cries
the banshee
here
in
the shadows
of
evening light
it
stirs my soul
and
carves silence
deep
into
the night
a
wind blows
where
spring
trees search the sky
a
river swells
when
water tries,
seasons
reason
to bleed
lost
echoes
reasons
to need
children
born
children
die
watching
why
can’t a poet cry.
- jude
runs
free
water
sail
my soul
seasons
cold
seasons
warm
free
her
eyes
his
cries
as
in
a distant land
he
dies
an
old man’s
sighs
treason
when you believe
reason
when you don’t
seasons
where
do they turn
when
you try to believe
and
only
bleed
if
love
if
loss
if
only
it
would rain
oh,
sweet light
you
color the moon
so
deep in the night
river
sing
to me
where
runs
free your water
-
jude
where
there
is
sand
in
my tears
for
i
bleed
echoes
free
across
my
ancient dreams
where
lie
a
child’s screams
for
just
something
more.
- jude
sunlight
and steel strings
red
wine
and
river
dreaming
lost
within
a
guitar
song sung
sunlight
and steel strings
wants
to be a blues man
he
sings
easy
words
on
deeper music
sorrows
which
walk on
by
where
ancient songs
sigh,
a
river man
and
his guitar
sweet
early
summer sky
-
jude
when
her breath
last
time
last
rhyme
last
dance
i
remember
music
long and sweet
easy
on my feet
earth
warmth
her
head against
warm
upon my chest
one
lives forever
where
one
never forgets,
rhythm
is rhyme
when
her eyes
closed
sigh,
when
her breath
moves
slow
lost
time
lost
rhyme
lost
dance
when
only
i
remember,
music
long and sweet
- jude
lost
summer dreams
dry
red wine
soul
tired
ramblin’
man
cold
visions
walk
across the echoes
of
lost summer dreams
a
boy who
never
screamed
urges
long
lost
rages
to
walk the pages
of
thumbs
out
and
ever roads
sweet
blues
and
nowhere
man
walks his soul
when
he
can’t walk his body,
to
love her one more time
sunrise
across a
lost
desert horizon
a
deep rhyme
carved
onto a broken
sea
shell
just
long sips
of
lost summer dreams
and
dry red wine.
-
jude
man
walks
his
heart
within
the
rhythm
where
music
is the soul
where
time
goes
a
cross shadowed
by
his dreams
man
believes
more
then
even
just eyes
dare
see
in
love
in
life
in
birth
in
the music
where
sings
a
universe awake
-
jude
of
all those lost sighs
where
bleeds a man
caught
within
his
reasons why
who
is lost
when
there are no
tears
to cry
lost
seasons
beautiful
sky
water
falls
from
a
broken man’s
dreams
leaving
no room
for
his screams
when
a man’s soul
burns
dare
the music
of
his heart
sing
his
songs
lost
and alone
who
dares
to
own
a
simple man’s blues
dare
the music
when
a man’s soul
must
. . .
seeds
of night
seeds
of light
seeds
of tomorrow
-
jude
lost
in war
tears
only
silent tears
lie
where
so
close
stood
his friends
warriors
all
who
dared to stand
when
called
in
their love
in
their honor
before
their fall
from
life
from
grace
only
silent tears
where
he stands
quiet
alone
lost
home
asking
where
has America gone
alone.
- Jude
in a woman’s dream
in a woman’s dream
so silent
her screams
so sweet
in dance
she lives deeply
as a woman should
when chance
whispers
are clouds in passing
just her moments
long mirrors of light
no time to lie, quiet
where
a girl still bleeds
no rhyme
which doesn’t fill
where
a woman dares
walk upon the seeds
of her sight
in a woman’s dream
so sweet
-
jude
if
you dare
to bleed
the blood
of your beliefs
will you
but
stain the souls
of the innocent
of your children
yet born
will you tear
the shirt
of god
can you bear
the tears
of angels
shattering
upon your heart
are you ready
to burn
within the eye
of your death,
as illusion sides,
so your empty terror
resides.
-
jude
water
dance
she
remembers
the
dance
long
rhyme gone
stain
deep
upon
a young girl’s soul
water
water
somewhere
dreamer
dares
to seed
as
maybe once
she
dared
to
believe
and
instead of eternity
a
young girl
learned
to bleed.
seeds
of truth
flowers
of art,
met
a woman
she
was lost
in
her dancer’s stance
perchance
deep
in her only
water
dance
dreaming
deep
dreaming
long
so
sweet
is
the water dance
where
still she dances,
where
still echoes
her
song.
-
jude
maybe
wind
in
the trees
motion
calls
to me
everything
lost
nothing
to believe
sweet
sound
earth
to seeds
do
i dare
to
concede,
that
maybe…
-
jude
in
the water
in
a man’s heart
in
a man’s life
time
is an echo
of
long rivers
of
sweet chance
of
ice shattered
rhyme
is the driftwood
of
just
a man
just
a dance
in
the water
in
a man’s heart
there
is always
deeply
quiet,
more
then
just the shadows
i
see a man
as
he dances,
in
the water
in
the call of his dreams.
-
jude
waves
sweet
wave of time
across
a
young woman’s
dream
find,
water
warm
ancient
storm
where
her
footprints
dance
where
her
soul
dared
to chance
when
a young girl’s
breath
whispers,
a
woman’s strength
where
beauty
as
a simple truth
is
carved
free,
as rhyme
sweet,
wave of time.
-
jude
echo
true
it
was the silence
in
her eyes
the
soft hidden dreams
of
her warm lips
it
was just a moment
of
truth
that
a
young broken soul
dared
to see,
to
believe in
it
is love lost
and
the silence that
holds
a piece of
a
boy
who
never dared die
even
with a life
long
and full
a
mirror holds strong
carried
before the universe
filled
and free
only
when a man’s
moments
echo
true
and
never lost,
sweet
sweet silence.
- jude
if
if
light
dares
fall
true
when
rhyme
sings
sweet
if
a
long wind
blows
free
the
water
of
your dreams
if
flesh
warm
lying
near
touching
bleeds
truth
across
your soul
will
you
chance
to
believe
to
dance
water
bleeds
a
soul recedes
where
a river flows
dares
an
angel’s eyes
sad
to
concede,
war.
back
in the 60’s again
carved
a peace sign
upon
the floor
before
a
door,
just
a child
still
dreaming
of
more
opened
his veins
and
died
that
his blood
might
pour
filling
his circles
with
truth
with
stain
just
a child’s drawing
too
easily
washed
away
by
the rain
so
lies his grave
draped
just
below a cross,
not
in his country’s
flag.
raped
and dead
under
a
broken angel’s sighs
a
lost nation’s
lies.
water
calls
just
a man
just
a river
time
when
rhyme whispers
silence
breaks
-
jude
in
a woman’s eyes
quiet
dreams
a
river bleeds
no
whys
tomorrow
-
jude
united
state’s lost independents
do
i dare
to
believe,
not
since
bobby
died
for
our sins,
in
another
any
man
searching
for
not
the country
of
jefferson
but
for
a place
in
history,
white
black
young
old
man
woman,
is
there any
out
there
who
would dare
serve
who
would dare
bleed
who
would dare
just
for
we
the people,
do
i dare
to
believe.
within
a dragon’s dream
a
quiet rhyme
between
the music
lies
a silence
seemingly
lost
to time
where
a house
is
a home
what
dares one
to
find
in
a man’s and a woman’s
mind,
love
and all the rest.
eggs
lie
where
silence
is
a drift of wind
within
a morning of
birth
and sunlight,
sleeps
the breath
of
a dragon’s dream
time
is quiet
time
is still,
in
a moment
birth!
three
dreams
in
a moment
just
before life
long
dreams
of
an ancient kind,
seasons
turn true
yesterday
screams
lie
sweet
within
eyes
balanced
to
believe
in
life
in
birth
moments
shatter
where
movement craves,
as
dragons are
never
born
alone,
silence
on warm sand
deep
in sunlight sleep
within
a single egg
a
breath and two others
take
their first step
a
slide into life
birth
where
dragons are born
light
is torn
from
the sky
deep
into their eyes
deep
where burns
a
fire true
new
to
life
in
a dance of rhyme,
young
dragons
are
marked by time
birth
into growth
three
baby dragons
flying
in a row
looking
for friends
looking
for souls
who
will teach them
how
to grow
in
a woman’s dream
of
dragons true
in
a dance
she
found love
in
a man
she
found freedom
in
touch
she
found life
sweet
children born to
dream
free,
three
babies human
begin,
their
chance in life
simple
sounds only
dragons
can hear,
the
heartbeats
of
children
born
are
clear
dance
long
sky dance
across
the souls
of
tiny children,
so
dragons
are
re-born
into
light
mother
to children
sings
early
in night
deep
in dream flight
a
sweet gold dragon
and
blue
and
green
flies
free,
from
her tree
her
wind blows
as
a whisper
down
long
within a woman’s
soul
liquid
she feeds
her
star-light screams
for
in youth
even
dragons must play
where
shadows mark
a
spark of sight
where
children three
grow
into human
dreams
bright.
where
dragons first greet
a
child’s light
to
believe
to
dream
to
dance in the night
perchance
to see
in
such a sweet touch
dragons
and children
learn
to sing, learn to fly
learn
to live free…
river
current
carries
a
lost man
warm
water
dreams
whisper
where
a
deep green
ocean
longs
sweet
earth songs
oh!
sing
me free,
when
one’s
country cries
and
your heart
dies,
river
carry
me
to
the sea.
my
sad eyes
sigh
yes
all
my tears
lie
frozen
shattered
lost
on
these cold
concrete
streets
decade
long
defeats
no
rhyme
no
peace
no
time
no
release
just
circles
of war
circles
of greed
a
country still
sacrificing
its children
before
its gods
of,
as
we please
in
this
sweet
land of?
my
sad eyes
still
they bleed.
i
bleed my country’s, my world’s dream
had
a dream
a
child of
jefferson
and lincoln
a
child’s heart
stained
with
a belief in
and
a man
who
dares not forget
who
feels
he
walks alone
upon
the
stains of greed
of
fear
lying
deep in the eyes
of
so many
of
his fellow citizens
circles
do
only broken men see
reason
is
it now treason
to
walk in truth
for
it is
my
children
who
must
bathe
in the blood
of
their friends
in
the water of their dreams
frozen,
still again…
it
is our children!
clouds
when
color
washes
from the soul
onto
the fingers
when
the touch
of
a woman
paints
the
water of truth
the
sky dares
to
dream
sings
the earth
in
beauty
mirrors
sweet
rain
whispers
of
birth
of
art
trees
whisper
afternoon
sun
wind
whisper
the trees
yesterday’s
breeze
tears
never
begun
if
only
i
could still run
where
a broken
man
sighs,
tries.
deep
in
the silence
does
wander
upon
the mirror
of
pattern,
if
a man
when
he lives
those
words
written
upon
the
soul of men
is
to see
just
a moment
more
the
unspoken sounds,
a
poet
must
bleed
from
within
the
ink
of
light,
deep
in
the silence
morning
falls
always
just
beyond the echoes
between
sun and wind
long
dreams
as
water
calls
rivers
run
as
whispers
of
sweet rhyme
a
question of
time
is
the talk
of
a
season’s change
color
and
cold evening air
where
a man dares
to
remember,
just
a moment
between
sun and wind
those
calls of tomorrow
are
a wander’s truth,
as
a poet sighs
can
a man
only
try
dare
a man
only
believe.
in
quiet
water
dream
deep
in
the silence
of
a woman
drifting
in time
dancing
across
her
quiet
listening
to the whispers
where
beats
the rhythm
a
universe alive,
wandering
maybe
believing
a
girl
writes
her name
upon
a woman’s soul.
-
Jude
just
maybe
i
remember
long
ago
being
asked
to
dream
i
remember
my
youth
and
two
men,
martin
and bobby,
who
i
believed in
i
remember
just
death
and
all the battles
lost
i
remember
standing
so
alone
on
a road,
crossing
america.
i
now stand broken and still,
older
a
man
on
a road
still
so alone
and
suddenly
being
asked
once
again
to
dream
and
beyond hope,
not
for america
but
for my whole world,
i
think
maybe
i dare
to
believe.
i
remember
once
long ago,
we
had a dream…
- jude
sing
free
dare
you to believe
in
just
one
moment
of
beauty
in
just
one
moment
in
you life,
listen
and
you will hear
the
universe smile
you
will feel
your
soul breathe.
what
more
can
one ask!
truth
lies
but
one step
beyond
greed.
sing
free my country, my world.
the
mirror
shadows
cast
upon
a clear
winter’s
day
cold
whispers
deep
within
the bones,
while
souls
dream,
when
a man dares
to
believe
can
he choose
water
over blood
the
patterns of rhyme
over
the
echoes of time
or
does
snow fall deep
as
dusk calls
as
ice mirrors cover
windows
as
echoes die upon the walls
within
the sighs
a
man
can
only try
can
only believe
can
only die.
cold
river
calls
to me
seasons
cross
truth
as
dreams sing
music
so deep
walk
with me
within
the light
which
falls
in
a dream
which
calls
a
man
to
believe.
as
wanders a poet
alone
for
water
flows
as blood,
cold
river
carry
me free
sing
to me
your
warm tears
sing
to me
your
silence
your
tomorrows.
and
tomorrow
long
river
calls
to me
seasons
cross
truth
as
dreams sing
music
so deep
walk
with me
within
the light
which
falls
in
a dream
which
calls
a
man
to
believe.
“i
believe
i
believe
it’s
silly
but
i believe”
sing
to me
long
river
sweet
songs and tomorrow.