(2013)
Thoughts on how everyone has something powerful to give.
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
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
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