For Bede
(2014)
For my love of 36 years
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
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
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
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.
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars