Headache

I wake again
Get out of bed
Another storm
Within my head

I see another
Dreary day
And once again
Inside I’ll stay

The constant rain
On aging roof
It pains my mind
And gives me proof

I am connected
Must abide
With weather and
The world outside.

A single voice
Breaks the silence
Starting softly
Gently rising
When joined by another
Then another
And another
Playing perfectly together
Like the sweetest of siblings
Enjoying this moment
And loving each other
Running
Skipping
Laughing
Singing
Then tumbling down
While one starts to cry
Then another
And another
As they comfort each other
With sweet gentle kisses
Lovingly
Beautifully
Softly
Tenderly
One by one leaving
Until the last one remains
On the strings
Of my violin.

The Silent Sage

In ancient age
When forest trees
Were giants old
A withered sage
Walked through this wood
A wizened voice
Told wisdom true
But no one heard.

For evil spoke
From graying lips
The witch she knew
That blackened smoke
From her great fire
Would travel far
The sage would reach
And do its work.

Would silenced be
And could no more
Speak honored words
His shouted plea
Heard only by
The rushing wind
Which carried fast
Her vicious spell.

Now still he floats
And to this day
There’s never been
In withered throat
Another sound
A ghost he wanders
Through this wood
A silent sage
That speaks no truth.