The Musician and the Architect

once silenced by a dreamscape
i stand alone on a audible landscape,
the silence in my fading eyes have wept
oh how long have my thoughts slept,
the land is level and fair
through dark fogs of despair,
i tremble with a lofty ear
oh is that you i hear,
once was heard by a distant ear
now kindles with a smile and a tear,
and once again the music is felt,
once again the music is heard with such grand design!

Juniper Dream Tree

I still recall such warm memories
on a summer morning of the inviting sun,
a Juniper tree down in the valley below,
unafraid Mother Earth holds you firm
when the unbearable wind cries with woe,
from your roots to the tip of your branches
you behold the secret of life, creation...

Wrong undone i return home to my sacred tree,
sense outcomes in your shade i lay
rimmed with silver wind enjoying the calm,
lucid, a little bent, but not broken,
a little to the west, a little to the east,

lucid green, you hold a grand design
the elegance of a perfect dream, perfect balance...

My soul remains hidden beneath the Juniper dream tree
my words are tender, but you are fair
you are my Juniper dream tree, you are my muse
and im like the Juniper berries, an undiscovered poet.