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YOU SEE MIST Heated earth Cool moist air You see mist Everywhere Where you see mist I see fairies Your outward sight My inward reveries. Call me odd Or weird or sappy Yet though I'm strange Call me happy. ©2019 Lewis A. Kocher
DREAM (TO) There are dreams that cannot be dreamed (And yet are dreamt anyways) There are dreams which should not be dreamed (Yet are longed for anyways) Is to dream to be what should be (Or does wakefulness show what must be) If life is but a dream (The dream can be a nightmare) But the dream may be life (As it should be…not as it is) (Or as it COULD be, but is not) Where is life: in dreams or awake If to love is to dream (Let me sleep) ©2019 Lewis A. Kocher
CRYSTAL MOTHS Such contrast, dark and light This evening as snow softly fell Flurries of white moths (Winged guardians of spring and summer) Without their accustomed season They softly stirred the air Nary a current from their crystal wings Landing as they will ©2019 Lewis A. Kocher
AND ARE THERE STARS and are there stars your eyes too and is there sunshine your smile too and are there roses your lips two and are there kisses i'm going to and is there love it's here with you ©2019 Lewis A. Kocher
This is a lovely winter piece that I wrote a few years ago; I love Christmas and winter and this piece reflects the beauty of winter. The words and music were inspired by walks I used to take in the snow at night with my children. As a published flute ensemble work this piece is played around the world at this time of year: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GI0kT6bl0WI

Poem: Lament for All Souls' Day

LAMENT FOR ALL SOULS’ DAY Let the night watch continue It did not end that eve Your mem’ry lives in bone and sinew Of all who here believe. As Christ received your blessed soul Brought it to Spring, from Fall, He will be there at each bell’s toll Accepting one and all. I hear the lych owl’s mournful cry, I know it cries for me, But though I’m made of dust, to die, My home’s eternity. ©2017 Lewis A. Kocher
MOON Both king and queen Of all the skies: The full moon's seen Upon its rise; It pushes out The brightest star The wolves all shout From near and far - The ravens call The foxes say: "Night creatures all In forests play." The moon looks down The earth to see: On tree and town, And little me. And so I peep From window pane Before I sleep, Its light to gain. (c)2017 Lewis A. Kocher