(2014)
After a ride through the desert which is haunting and beautiful at the same time.
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
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.
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
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…