We are told that all of this,
All that was and is and will exist
Began with the speaking of a word
A simple set of sounds
                Hayah 'owr
Which echoed through the nothing
The first of every sound
Not a comment or an observation
But emphatically a command!
                   LIGHT!
We say, “Let there be -” but
That first sound gave no option
It was almost more implied
            EXIST LIGHT!
And light could do nothing else
And from that moment existence flowed

This is the power of words
This is the poet's craft
Do not use it lightly for
Words will not forgive
Their careless use

They stood before the mountains grew their roots
Before the sky had yet turned blue
Before the first thought could coalesce
Words were the first things to exist
And words will be the last.

So if we create laughter or tears
Provoke thoughts or plant fears
Capture an instant or tell a full life
Bring peace or stir up strife
To us falls the duty to use our word
Remembering its power
Choose carefully with which you gird
Yourself to write when comes that hour
And know that nothing stands
Against the power of *words.

The sun's slowly sinking
Why doesn't the ocean boil
I'm sitting here thinking
In all of the fresh dug soil
With rainbows and dew
And all the other things too
I guess I don't know
Why should it be

The sun now is quite low
I guess that's where it should be
Maybe it's time to go
It's just that I cannot see
What is with this game
And why do we take the blame
It all seems pointless
It seems so sad

Where is our happiness
Or was that a passing fad
It's been a while I guess
Now I can't even be mad
From start to the end
No matter the words I've penned
I finish crying
For all will spoil

Curled up beside me
Sweet yet fierce
Swift and clever
Maybe even wise
What secrets does she know
How is she always at the door
Whenever I come home
Why does she always choose
That moment when I most need
To decide to curl up, head on my leg
How did she know I needed her now?

Golden chrysanthemums litter the path
With the superfluous dusting of pine pollen gold
As the Phoenix perches in the chocolate tree
And the fairies twitter of stories untold
The mighty river flows down t'ward the sea
Can anyone make it return where it came
As the birds flying high in their journey down south
And bleached white rainbows seem to whisper my name
Delicate and fragile as an orchid's petals
My mind slips down a sunbeam's shaft
As through my closed eyes I can still smell the perfume
And hear the sweet music as the shadowed ones laughed

A world of harsh solids and stern ways to think
Is held to accounting by that dimly seen
For the world of the hidden, the shadows, the fay
Is so much desired by those who have been
I live in a world which men may call real
But I've seen so much more than the dull mind can think
I've heard colours that sing and seen the taste of laughter
And I've traveled the journey right up to the brink
For those who can hear me and know what I speak
Can we ever go back to the start
For all of the visions that gather around us
Will always be part of our heart

Youth comes but for a while
And we sometimes forget
That as the dew will leave the flower
So to that moment passes yet
But though the dew returns next day
Our youth will not do so
Until our winter comes to stay
And the cold north wind will blow
And loss will come along the path
It can not be turned back
Until the day when winter's wrath
Makes clear the things we lack

The daylight seems to fade and the darkness bleeds right through
Although my eyes are open there is nothing I can see
And my body tries to breath but no air will fill my lungs
There is something deep inside that chokes the life right out of me

Although I'm strong and fast there is nothing I can do
Though I practice long it all has spun out of control
Til the light won't help me see and the sound won't let me hear
And so I can not bear to face the toll

The past has gone by and the future will not come
I couldn't help it then and I can not help it now
All that anyone can do is to watch it all unfold
And to the press of time we all must bow

Will you hear?
                      Will you come?
Will you face the things unknown?
Will you pass the test of fire,
Can you face you own desire?
What name shall I call you by
If you think that you might try?

Can you see?
                     Can you tell?
Can you do the things that must be done?
Can you know the truth that is unheard,
Will you stand by me without a word?
What are you prepared to do
If the question has been put to you?