Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

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

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,