The cold weather, sniffles, and general malaise of the season brought the following three pieces of mine to mind.
SOMEWHERE
Somewhere, I can see the light–
Deep within I cried last night.
My only hope is to set it right;
My story’s often cold.
Someone I can hear tells me
Deep within, I know I’m free.
My only hope is my insanity.
My story’s often cold.
Something I can smell is here;
Deep within I feel his fear.
My only hope is that you are near.
My story’s often cold.
Sometimes I can touch the truth
Deep within my forgotten youth.
My only hope belies that truth.
My story’s often cold.
Somehow I can taste death now,
Deep within. I can’t allow
My only hope– has left somehow.
My story’s often cold.
© Copyright 1981 by Brian Gryphon – All Rights Reserved.
Somewhere
I met you
But that was
Someone
Kissed my lips
But that was
Somehow
I fell in love
But that was
Something
Came between us
but that was
Somewhat
© Copyright 1981 by Brian Gryphon – All Rights Reserved.
Somewhere between
Lust and Love
I found my soul was
Wrapped in yours.
© Copyright 1981 by Brian Gryphon – All Rights Reserved.
