(2015)
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
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.
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
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
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy