4-1-19
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.