The west coast of FLA. is hot in the summer but there is always a breeze and water to cool off in or so I remember when I was a child.
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are