(2013)
Travel on a winter day which can be dangerous but so beautiful at the same time.
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
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,
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.