Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals