(2015)
Up lately looking at the night sky. Not getting much sleep but oh what a way to spend some time.
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.
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,