4/7/20
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
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,
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