7-4-18. Thoughts on the power of love.
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most