There is an answer to be found. Though most spend a lifetime never understanding the question. Reality slips like sand on a shore, moments passing, as accusations fly like daggers in the dark. They pierce our shadows, never touching where we truly stand. There in the stream of the universe passing through this being.

"Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone
But it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me"

There are words that should be written.
Thoughts that should be shared.
Understanding to be known
so often, so sadly, moments pass
never again to come our way
A sight never again seen, with the wind
now like a dream, and yet I see so clearly,
soft colors against the sky, breeze gently blowing
strands of hair across eyes I shall never gaze into again.
tender memory, so long past, just a touch would be enough
losing my breath as I relive that one and only
irreplaceable, uneraseable moment.... if only

"wish that I had found the way"

Christopher Brent

sitting on that lakeside watching her standing there in my memory....

As a child growing up, I remember listening to music. It was such a strong influence in my life. I can remember getting my first transistor radio. It came with a small earphone, which I used to hide under my pillow. I would lie in my bed and listen to music , long after all the lights were out all through the house.
I'd work and save, just to be able to buy batteries for that radio. On some nights I would be very lucky because my mom would play her records on the record player until late. I fell asleep listening to Nat King Cole, my favorite, but she played many others also. I learned the music of Frank Sinatra, and Tony Bennett, Andy Williams, and Perry Como, and so many more. What an influence listening to those songs has had on my life. My ideas of what love could be, or should be, grew from those roots. I remember seeing "Cinderella" by Rodgers and Hammerstein on TV in 1964. What an influence that had on a young boy, not just the story, but the music and singing. I've never forgotten. A fairy tale told in living color to a boy, who for what ever reason believed the things he saw and heard, could be true.....

so long ago, one of my favorites, Nat King Cole singing late in the night.

On Tuesday night I went to watch Justin Hayward in concert. It was close and personal, just he and a couple others who backed him up. I found it to be absolutely stunning. A well spent 2 1/2 hours of beautiful music. I wish I could spend much more time immersed in such peaceful pursuit. He wanted it close and personal, and only allowed 1000 tickets to be sold, I was seated about 100 foot away from him, on eye level with no one to block my view and eight seats open to my side.... perfect. I haven't seen him in concert alone before. He was always with the Moodie Blues , which is a beautiful and astounding experience all on its own, but is much more loud, and this time the peaceful gentility of it was wonderful. Western Skies.... I'd love to see it all over again.

She takes my hand and leads me through lands and dreams I do not know.

She holds my heart as it beats so deeply in the night and the mist is magic

Who and where, where and when, it is there she comes again, unknown, unseen

All is peace and calmness in the places she walks, the places I follow

It is there I long to be, watching as the world changes, and time is no more

She stands beside me speaking. I hear and I see, unbound and free

There where she walks, it is we, and the palace faces the sea

sand between our toes, her hand in mine, her lips a rose

Dance for me Princess as I stand in your spell, cast with jasmine scent

my life is but time spent, spent in your magic and your taste is on my lips

my eyes trace your body through veils of gold yet only your eyes I hold

one day, one night ,shadow of sun, and pale moon light, arise in my sight.

Christopher Brent

Mom and I

So long ago and seemingly far away. Time passes for all. We learn even when we are not aware that we are learning, and those things follow us through our lives. Walking by the ocean. Dancing in the breakers. Blue skies, cloudless in memory, close as a thought, distant as tomorrow.

Brent

Time passes like a stream. Our thoughts take flight. Gentle fall days with fire lit nights. Dreams like sparks into the sky, to deep blue velvet surrounding stars flickering light. Peaceful moon rises slow through clouds . The soft distant call of an owl. The stream trickles softly as spirit takes flight. Sit close by the fire warmed through the night.

Somewhere everything changed, no matter how much, it's still the same. The days are somehow shorter, and yet it all feels so very similar. The colors run from time to time. The wind blows and the night stretches the day into forever. Stars swirl above , rotate and move with certainty. I'm not what you see, along the way I've lost me. I awaken from dreams with your taste still on my lips. My eyes slowly open as you whisper your last words, and they drift from my mind so quickly lost in time.

Take the Chance

read me your poems
sing me your songs
stop your worrying you'll do something wrong
take my hand
lean close to my side
whisper to me
give up your pride
don't be afraid
to fall alone
I have a heart
it's not made of stone
touch me then kiss me
breathe soft in my ear
with arms wrapped around me
hold me so near
trust your heart to not lead you astray
to make it together
it must be this way
the days much shorter
time's not what it seems
only enough to live out this dream

Christopher Brent
6-4.2014