Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

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.

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

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

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

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

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,

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there