By: Jayson Davis
Adrift in an ocean, so dark and so gray,
it seems like a year, since my last sunny day,
I look out on the horizon, but no ground can be seen,
and landing this ship, seems only a dream,
the waves they do toss me, both day and all night,
life seems so uncertain, such a terrible fright,
I hold on so dearly, with all that I can,
its hard to go sailing, when your ship is a man,
storms can be relentless, but steady I go,
as the waters of life toss me, to and fro,
but one thing keeps me going, a bright shining light,
I know that its Jesus, guiding me through the night,
and so I keep sailing, fallowing the flame as it burns,
I have to go onward, until Jesus returns. Spring Afternoon
By: Jayson Davis
The birds are chirping,
Not a cloud in the sky,
A gentle breeze blowing,
I do not care why,
Life seems so peaceful,
This warm afternoon,
But as time is passing,
It will be over to soon,
A sweet smell fills the air,
Of flowers and cut grass,
What a wonderful feeling,
To bad it can�t last,
As I lay in my hammock,
My worries drift away,
Like dandelion seeds,
On this bright sunny day,
I see my cat napping,
A ball of fur on the lawn,
As I watch her there sleeping,
I cant help but yawn,
Yes, there isn�t much better,
Than a sunny spring afternoon,
To bad it�s a Sunday,
It will be time to work soon. Life Unknown
By: Jayson Davis
I look out into a field,
cool breeze through my hair,
oh how I long to walk without care,
what lies beyond the horizon of gray,
this I ask nearly everyday,
if only I could make that first move,
and begin a new life with nothing to prove,
I wonder what is to be found in the unknown,
and what is it like to live life alone,
away from the stress and strains of everyday life,
just me and the Lord alone with out strife,
I long so much to have life made so simple,
alone with my God and the world as His temple,
what would it be like to walk as Adam once did,
before he ate the fruit that The Creator forbid,
yes what would it be like to walk in the field,
if only this life didn�t require me to yield. Ode to Ocarinas
A Series of Original Poems by Jayson Davis
*** There was a woman from Pasadena
Who loved to play ocarina
Every time she would play
The people would say
That�s the oddest flute I have seena *** An ocarina
Plays softly and sweetly
In the gentle spring showers
Under an old oak tree
Ushering in the season of new life *** Ocarina, made from clay,
Softened by water,
Hardened by flame,
Brought to life by wind,
An elemental instrument *** Playing my clay flute softly
I feel free
Who can disturb me? *** Ocarina
Round, smooth
Music forever soothing
Simple, basic
Tranquility ***
Crafted by hand
And played with our breath
Rare is the feeling
In holding this masterpiece
Nothing is quite the same
And anyone can experience this
Same as all man
Brought to life with breath
As the Maker did plan
Both empty shells
Nothing within their span
But when something is added
A new life has began
*** There once was a young boy named Link
He kept fairies in bottles not drink
The ocarina he played
Turned night into day
Now that would be something I think ***
