(2014)
After hearing a favorite song and remembering a difficult time, a poem came out
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.