Starry Night

Shine down on me, starry night,
Shower your blues and yellows;
Transcend death into your light;
I’ll wait until it all mellows.

Your buildings are cut and dry,
Blue-grey trees keeping them soft,
There’s one great star asking, why
Black brush strokes hold the sky aloft?

Faith falls short in my belief;
Nature becomes the pillars;
Trees big and small give relief
People are silent killers.

Starry night, kindly, be kind
And merge these lines into one;
Leave not a sole stroke behind
Beautify what you’ve begun.

Robin

Some robins die in cages,
Though they mean renewal
To the world living outside.
Sometimes they get trapped,
Inside a home and seek escape;
But hit a revolving fan.
The world comes between
Their wings and the open sky.
But they are part of the world
Which has life and can die.
Reason is sung out by faith;
Hope may play its own tune;
For faith prays like the sun,
Hope fluctuates like the moon.
And robins try their best,
But life must have its say!
It may leave them free to nest
Or it itself flies away.

“When a heart is broken”

When a heart is broken,
It is a quiet event;
And words get spoken
None can prevent.

Yet a heart is broken
So Nature reflects the pain:
Fell things are awoken,
Fire and fume, ice and rain.

Feelings are cyclones;
Tears are a flood;
Fears are the crones
That demand blood.

The very earth rumbles;
The skies are torn apart;
Every pulpit crumbles,
At the breaking of a heart.