Sky

Our ancestors dwelt in timber
We clamor to be in the sky.
If only we remember
Our instincts make us fly.

Unlike when we were cave dwellers
The horizon is like our second home.
We no longer hide in our cellars.
The more we grow the more we roam.

If there is only one thing
That we can learn from our past
It’s that we may be called king,
But it just won’t last.

World on Fire

Waking up from a dream
To a world on fire.

Not somewhere I know,
But a fantasy.

A place from a dream
That I’m still in.

A dream where I’ll stay
Until I wake.

In this world on fire
I will be.

In this world of fire
I shall wake.

Stranded in Alamosa

We sit in our hotel room
Finally off the mountain road
Where we were stranded for hours.

We weigh our options
On how we will get home.
It doesn’t look good.

It’s Friday night 
In a small mountain town
Nowhere open to help.

All places are 
Closed until Monday.
We must make the most of it.

The Great Sand Dunes may call,
But their mystery and splendor
Must remain a riddle for now.

There is no tow truck
To help this time.
We must save ourselves.