9-11-19
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,
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
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