Hard hit, left a bit

The night is at last,
falling away.
I hear it go past,
not going to stay.

I feel deep regret
at not being the way.
Not filling the bet,
just staying away.

I feel deep remorse
dropped off my high horse.
Disappointed to see,
that the bad can be me.

I am sorry I feel,
this love that's so real.
It is hard to understand,
I wish it would bend,
but it can only break,
so please my apology take.

Move

As I feel the breeze,
oh what a tease.
I feel the brush of air,
moving from here to there.

The sound of the move,
I feel so in the groove.
The strength as it flows,
inexorably shows,
the effect of traction,
the moving reaction.


This breeze in my hair,
I cannot despair,
as the miles go by,
I see the blue of the sky.


A cloud looks at me
what does it see?
A blur of movement,
moving towards
constant improvement
at a loss for words.

Lost a tree, seen and been free.

The dark night screams without
within you there is the fearless shout.
It tells you to jump
makes the outside seem like a dump.

I stroke the thought in the mind
how simple it is to find.
The freedom of the little man
holding the unkempt lost hen.

An egg so tiny it can barely be seen
The world revolves around what has been.
The night light envelops me
makes the day seem like an empty tree.

The core shows a flaw, deep and dark,
but I can still see hope in the young bark.
It looks without with nary a grin,
these are the days when I know there's no sin.

No loss is as great
as the feeling of hate.
Make me feel free
fill up the tree.
Show them all
the ultimate fall.