(2013)
Travel on a winter day which can be dangerous but so beautiful at the same time.
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire