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

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

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

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

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;