4-1-2017
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
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.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.