(2014)
After hearing a favorite song and remembering a difficult time, a poem came out
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
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
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure