When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

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

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

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

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,

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

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.

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

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

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light