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.
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
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.
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,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.