In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal