Just a Word

just a word

would suffice

perhaps a note

maybe a call

is it anger

or simple regret

is it too late or

is it just wrong

time is short

no doubt there

hello would work

if I'm still here

Early Warning

candlelight

and mellow tunes

their past unveiled

and goals expressed

and on that eve

a name arose

a mutual friend

a story told 

and down the line

the truth revealed

a final blow

a painful end

Desert King

high above

the desert floor

he soars on waves

of rising air

his view of sand

and sun-baked rock

the only trees

near hidden springs

and soon he dives

to make a kill

and takes his meal

to cooler heights

it's there he'll spend

the clear, cold night

beneath a dome

of distant suns 

Let Me Go

if this is it

then let me go

let me walk the woods

let me stroll the beach

if this is it

let me feel the sunshine

let me hear the birds

let me smell the grass

if this is it

let me be me

and when it's time

just let me go 

Turning Point

a celebration

as it were

a glass or two

a special day

future plans

were on the plate

fears expressed

suggestions made

but now it's clear

this was the end

too much said

yet not enough