Where trails don't match

we trail along saying nothing at all
a Sunday afternoon in a forest wide
yet small

where silence sets the pace not

a birds call, our trails don't match

at all

we live different lives, we have

different styles, we don't talk with

thoughts being, hers or mine

our trails don't match, we don't care

for love, we only met, no more than

that

it is not in us to love, we don't have 

much, not the touch, we're strangers

we only met

we'll be like that ev'ry day that comes

to pass, 'cause our trails don't match

no sound ever the same

no thoughts alike, we're just partners

in somethin' we both like, a dance 

routine

strings us together, makes us cling

for a while, it don't last, 'cause our

trails don't match

(c) JR. Ninetees

Dawn of light

hear the grasshopper play his violin
hear the wind sing her song see the
birds on the wing

se them float along, float to where they
rest, rest, as long as they last in the
morningdew

the fortunate few born to glide at the
dawn of light

(c) JR. 1985