The Meeting

Too chilly, too much wind and

not enough light.

The fall bees are out like leaves

and there many among the trees.

The birds cry, the deer run.

Day breaks, seasons change,

people walk around.

There's much strangeness in the

air, strangeness is my fault.

We know one another, we know

each other.

We know how the cold can be.

In a couple of months the year

will end.

Tomorrows Lullaby

Tomorrows Lullaby

I believe in lullabies

I believe in things that fly

I believe in rainbows high

To explain it all would just not be good

Don’t leave me here

Calm all my fears

You play with my world

Then you set fire to my soul

You know my life inside out

Untold stories that should never get out

I don’t know why I opened my mouth

But I did and now I’m lost within

You read me inside out

I don’t know how

Like an open book

You know what others don’t

And if you believe in lullabies

And if you believe in things that fly

And if you believe in rainbows high

Then tomorrow will not be lost