Looking out Glassless windows
Can’t See through the back of the house
But the mountain is on the inside
An image inaccurately made
Aching to be real
But ever a vapor of unrealized dreams
Always never someone better
The ones you want to be

The sudden revelation
Comes slowly in this cell
Imprisoned here by choices
This mean spirited place
Crushed by bars of anger
Air thick with realization
Never be who I’m not

Change would empty all
Staying will empty me
Nothing left to give
Nothing left to keep
Waiting ever waiting
For what I cannot see


Can’t shake the feeling
Running deep and so cold
This ache in my heart.
This nameless pain
Though summer has come,
A slice of winter still remains

Blindsided, not looking
As the wheels slowly turned
So wounded without knowing
If healing ever comes

There has been effort
There is always will
They’re with the daily face
That for my protection, I wear

But late at night
Alone in the quiet
It starts to bare
Not pressing in
Nor weighing down
But cutting from within
From the inside out

A pang of ice
A crush of frost
The hollow ruins cry out
In a frozen wind
The receding echoes
Of bewildered emotion
Lost to my thoughts
Gone missing in this place
Amid nameless betrayals
without a face
Leaving only the memories
Of the all but forgotten

Under this restless moon
There is no escape
When all the faceless
Must be finally faced
And all the peices
Put back in place

All but the face waiting
Sitting quietly by the door
Waiting ever so patiently
To be put on once more

I thought that it was music
That used to play in time
I listened for so long
To the sounds of the past
Memories of the voices
Distant refrains on the wind

As time has had its way
The certainty is passed
In fragments of harmony
And melody gone awry
Notes missing from the page
And scattered in the rain

I look in the book of days
For the lyrics or the meanings
But the days are out of place
And the pages all seem empty
Falling to the ground
Pieces to a missing puzzle

And the faces become jumbled
And their history slowly lost
Friend or foe alike
In a tangled darkness
Wander the mental jungle
Looking for the ways back

I thought that it was music
Crying in the wind
Or was it only hopes
and dreams
Wanting to get in
Walking in another world
With the song that never ends

But never heard again

Wastelands of White
(Christmas Ghost III)

Long time gone
And world’s away
We embraced the Stars
In the beauty and light
Of ages passed
And memories of gold
And watched a world
Transformed by good

But the road grew dark
Though a thousand nights
And wandered far
From the stories once told
Tales full of wonder
Alive with the truth
Now hard to remember
Like so many faces
lost in the crowd
Traditions in fragments
Shrouded by fog
Pieces of stained glass
Lying upon the ground

This is the ghost
Come in from the storm
White as the snow
From which it was made
Looking for something
That has become lost
Amidst frozen horizons
And wastelands of white
Where once there was warmth
And wealth of Spirit
When the heavenly realms
Drew near our homes

Waiting in silence
For the joy to begin
To again hear Angels
Sing upon the wind
And the extraordinary color
Of myriads of lights
Peace and forgiveness
Good Will towards all
At this time of all Times
To rekindle the fires
Upon the hearth
In this season of seasons
On this holiest of nights

Sadly, recently and terribly unexpectedly, we lost another ‘celebrity’. Although I’m not entirely sure he would’ve been comfortable being referred to as such, Tom Petty was certainly a man who influenced a multitude of musicians and music lovers the world over.

As days go by and the reality sinks in I’ve begun to recall, what are to me anyway, his most memorable songs and lyrics.

Of course we’ll all agree ‘you don’t have to live like a refugee’ and that ‘even the losers get lucky sometimes’, but here are a few more I feel like sharing;

‘No, I’ll stand my ground, won’t be turned around
And I’ll keep this world from draggin’ me down
and I won’t back down’

‘You can stand me up at the gates of hell, but I won’t back down’

‘There’s something good waiting down this road
I’m picking up whatever’s mine’

‘Yeah runnin’ down a dream
That never would come to me
Workin’ on a mystery, goin’ wherever it leads
Runnin’ down a dream’

‘The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more card’

‘The waiting is the hardest part
Everyday you get one more yard’

‘You take it on faith, you take to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part’

‘Well the good ol’ days may not return
And the rocks might melt and the sea may burn’

‘I’m learning to fly, but I ain’t got wings
Coming down is the hardest thing

‘Well some say life will beat you down
Break your heart, steal your crown
So I’ve started out for God knows where
I guess I’ll know when I get there’

‘I’m learning to fly, around the clouds
But what goes up must come down’

‘I’m learning to fly, but I ain’t got wings
Coming down is the hardest thing’

I’m sure there’s a hundred more we could include here. These are the ones I remember the most. You probably have a few too. Tom’s songcraft was a lot like comfort food. Like a warm bowl of your favorite soup on a cold night. It was easy to take it for granted that it would always be around, making it easier still to be blindsided by the fact that there won’t be any more added in the years to come.

Goodby Mr Petty. You will be sorely missed.