Don't judge harshly
that which the soul
pours forth in its own discovery!
Snowflakes settle on the windshield
To the west the sun turns a golden hue,
And the trees point their icy fingers
To help me find my way to you.
Smile on my face
But my spirit rides the setting sun
I’ve become addicted to your evilness,
Your scorching lies and deception.
Our river of love once flowing
Has frozen in the bitter snow,
And even the current beneath the ice,
Now begins to cease its flow.
Your evil temple blocks the sunset
As I enter with bewilderment.
I go searching in its maze-
For you and your rocky torment.
When I look into your eyes,
I see the only love I’ve known.
And I’m here to try once again
To chisel through your heart of stone.
SPEAK OVER THE WIND
When the wind sleeps,
She is listening to your whispers,
And she believes in those dreams
That you speak of so softly.
When she wakes,
And howls in your ears,
She is encouraging you to speak louder than her
So that your dreams may be heard.
The eagle flies out of my reach.
His wings spread across the skies,
Obscuring my vision of anything else,
Searching me with his piercing eyes.
Calmly soaring within my vision,
Do my eyes see what is real?
Or just a symbol of my dreams
Eagle, please tell me how to feel.
I need your mighty wings around me
And the love of your spirit so divine.
You already fly with my soul,
Eagle, when will you be mine?
TO FLY WITH THE EAGLE
Walking alone in the silence
I thought I heard the eagle cry
Seeking the messiah, I gave him my soul-
I’d never seen him fly so high.
With my soul he flies to the sunset,
I close my eyes as my spirit sings.
I feel a flutter of wind in my hair-
As I am engulfed by his mighty wings.
He carries me into his nest
But will this, that I am dreaming come true?
Can he sense my hunger,
Eagle, when will I fly with you?