(2014)
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
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,
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes