Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,