For Bede
(2014)
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
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,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
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,
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments