Break Away

These lives

These dreams

These memories

Are made new each day

While old ones play

In the mists of our minds.

Time stands still

As we pass through it

Once gone

We can't renew it

If Spirit speaks

Must we do it?

Let us part with patterns

That keep us tethered

To a lifeless life

As we are weathered

By the cares of another day

Make way
Break away
Make a way

Greg Murat June 2004

A Moment Doesn't Seem Too Much To Ask

Winter

Beyond My Window

A Moment Doesn't Seem Too Much To Ask

Winter

Beyond My Window