(2015)
Up lately looking at the night sky. Not getting much sleep but oh what a way to spend some time.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
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
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
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…
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
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
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.
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