Take Me Far Away

You know I am a dreamer

I dream of far away

Where the grass is sometimes greener

And love is here to stay

I guess I’m always dreaming

Of a far off distant land

You are my country if only

You would take me by the hand

Let’s plan our routes together

And chart our course by day

And when the nighttime finds us

We’ll be so far away

I was on my own by this much

Come and let’s see this

We could even visit that

There’s nothing we will miss

You know I love from shore to shore

Even castles to the pyramids

When our lives are fulfilled so much

Together all the things we did

You know I’m always dreaming

You know I am this way

Let nothing come between us

Take me far away

You know I’m torn by the sea

When the clouds seem to hold the sky

And when I look at you

I can then see heaven in your eye

But wait there’s more

A temple where I hear people pray

Not here but on our voyage

Take me far away

  

I guess I’m always dreaming

You know I dream this way

Just you and me

Take me far away

A Conversation with the Departed

I have asked you once before

And I will ask you now like then

I will ask you just once more

And I will never ask again

Answer me why don’t you

Answer me right now

Do you have the answer

Won’t you tell me how

I have asked about tomorrow

I have asked just yesterday

Are you even listening

Are you hearing what I say

A precarious situation

When nothing is getting heard

A lonely conversation

Without a single word

Let’s end this conversation

End it like it started

End this conversation

A conversation with the departed

Santa’s Halloween

No sleigh to pull no gifts to bring

No sounds of children caroling

No snow covered sidewalks glistening

No sleigh bell sounds for listening

                                                                                                   

No red suit black belt with boots to match

Just a scarecrow field and pumpkin patch

No time for holly or a jolly saint nick

Just ghouls and howls and treats and trick

But it’s warm and quiet at the North Pole

A few months off before it gets cold

Santa wanders away from his Christmas stand

Where Autumn colors have littered the land

In the darkness of night town folk arranged

In costumes that don’t make Santa seem strange

A barn owl stares from a tree to hoot

A black cat shuffles across his boot

It’s scary for Santa to encounter a feign

Or hobgoblins roaming and covered in green

And it’s a new place for him to be seen

It’s a first for Santa’s Halloween

Under a full moon in the darkness of night

Santa beware you’ll be filled with fright

He wanders along to a house unaware

Silhouettes of branches and what’s hiding there

Finding a brush and handle he keeps

Just a witches broom no down chimney sweeps

Santa’s children are not off to sleep

They’re parading around in costumes they creep

Santa takes the broom in hand to one side

As it starts to move he goes for a ride

He flies through the air filled with delight

Saying ho ho ho on this strange maiden flight

He flies all night to survey the scene

A witch scowls with envy so mean

No jealously for Santa to make him seem green

This is just a first for Santa’s Halloween

Boy Who Became Santa

Christmas came without a toy

It stole the joy of a little boy

The snowflakes fell and soon they went

Like angel hair that’s Heaven sent

Oh the pain that this little boy felt

Wasn’t like watching his snowman melt

But like the frost that chills the air

This moment in time won’t disappear

For a child without Christmas

And a boy with a dream

He’ll remember this moment

And as long as it seemed

The boy’s parent explained the meaning of lights

And there being no presents and the smells and the sights

It’s a day of importance and you must be aware

It’s like a great gift although none is there

They explained the star in the east

The boy was not happy not in the least

But he knew one day this would all pass

It was just a moment that soon would not last

Many years later the little boy grew up

Was given a reindeer like one gets a pup

He then ventured and traveled very far and so forth

Would gather more reindeer and go way up north

He built not an igloo and not for himself

He had helpers and craftsmen a wife and an elf

The boy from that Christmas of so long ago

Remembers all children and know what they know

It’s not just important for receiving a gift

But that magical moment when the spirit is lift

It stays in the memory with all those times when

It happens all over and over again

At the North Pole it’s snowing and it never stops

It’s ever so busy building Santa’s workshop

And the cool misty air is all dazzled in white

There are toys everywhere and it’s lovely and bright

It’s a world of its own not too cold but merry

With each green tree filled with their holly and berry

Now you’ve heard the story without too much banter

And now know the tale how a boy became Santa

Pieces

We are so many pieces

No one is built to last

We all fold get lines and creases

And want to fix it all so fast

There are some who are in ruin

Though they seem all intact

Missing pieces are not their doing

And as a matter of fact

When your life is shattered

These are moments that will last

There are so many pieces scattered

All along the broken past

If someone lends a hand

Right away to pick them up

Can’t grow a foreign land

Inside a paper cup

Pieces just don’t fit

In the world with pieces gone

In time they’ll come together

But in pieces holding on

There are those without broken pieces

The one’s who haven’t met

Those who pick up the pieces

And the one’s who don’t forget

Will time tape the pieces

Or fill with wet cement

As it dries some cracks start showing

Or are cracks permanent

One day all the pieces

Will come together and we’ll mend

All the cracks and lines decreases

That’s when broken pieces end