Bird, sitting on my back

William Wyatt Hauptle (1992- ) written in 2008.

Bird, sitting on my back–
Sun it does remember that–
I’ve a flower in my hair–
And live there beyond the woods,
I like to ride my bike on Sunday
Sailing through and you who see me
I see music in the air where
Love is fair to run away
To give and live without limit–


Reaching out to fantasy

William Wyatt Hauptle (1992- ) written in 2008.

Reaching out to fantasy–
She is taken– and with me–
I can reach for stars again–
Nothing holds me end to end–

There’s a part of Will I am–
Ventures far away from norm–
To me is– what makes us great–
Escape reality and learn–

Dreaming is a tasteful sin–
Not a sin that one would see–
It’s internal; mind is free–
To fantasize– and make believe–


Send me out to sea

William Wyatt Hauptle (1992- ) written in 2008.

Send me out to sea–
leave me with a little piece of
heaven in my pocket, your smile in my locket

Wash me with your word–
cover me with grace the birds have
noticed our encounter, they sing a little louder

Your love is a gift–
I mean it when I say it you are
beautiful and if, you forget how to drift

I don’t have a clue–
as to when or how or who will
take you out tonight, under the moonlight


Light the day my father begun

William Wyatt Hauptle (1992- ) written in 2008.

Forever, but whenever?
True question, one day ever
Splashing fighting sailing sun
Light the day my father begun

Listening to someone’s truth
More to life than finding proof
Still forever blooming one
Light the day my father begun

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