(2015)
Up lately looking at the night sky. Not getting much sleep but oh what a way to spend some time.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
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,
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn