Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

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.

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

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 lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.