Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

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

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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