(2014)
After a ride through the desert which is haunting and beautiful at the same time.
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
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,
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free