1-6-2019
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a