As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

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

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

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

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

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

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,

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

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

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

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