"We are One"

Our child is the sentinel
We are the monoliths who embrace
Muddy clouds filled with birds
Under skies projecting grace
With age we have grown
Larger than life before our own eyes
Humble existences we have had
Decades go quicker than we realize
Arms that still contain youth
In this endeavor to preserve truth
We soon shall moulder in our graves
Yet not before the heart which craves
Sorted flight to our private dreams
Whether they be upon land
Or upon waves of glory
Shared moments in time ours forever
The monoliths who have embraced
Enduring the structures of time

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"The Conductor"

The basoon stands erect waiting
Cymbals lay in wait
Violas and Cellos stare him down
For what they will create
Violins are ready to attack him
At the raising of his hand
The commander shall appear momentarily
Bringing to life the band
Will they be playing a waltz today
Kettle drums look to xylophones
The oboe is resting silently
Deep down you can hear its moans
Maybe it will be a concerto this time
The symphony waits
Maestro makes them impatient
To see what he creates
He is the master who brings them together
The woodwinds meet the brass
The grand piano shines brightly
Its surface as smooth as glass
He approaches the stage
The instruments stir
All is silent and well
Waiting for his hand to rise up
The audience begins to swell
When it is finished there is rest
The sea returns to placid reform
Long after the silence nobody knows
There is still a raging storm
Within the conductor
He tries to wind down
Inside he is satisfied ever so mildly
Thinking of the next time around
When he will cause the music to flow
In his place that only he can know

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Daily Walk"

Looming smokestacks overlook
My father works in this place
Soon he will be able to go home
Together we will walk a brisk pace
The five mile distance to home
Where his dinner awaits
Mother sits by the table in the kitchen
Having already set the plates
Maybe we'll sit on the porch for a bit
If father is not too tired
Listening to the music on the radio
In this simple life he's desired
I always help mother clear off the table
She never has much to say
It is peaceful in this house of mine
Grateful for each single day
When school is over I work the fields
But I never fail to meet father
We walk the miles together each day
And it is never a bother
I lay in my bed late at night
Wondering of what will be
When I will work and have a home
If I will have a child to wait
Who will walk the miles with me

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved