(2014)
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
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
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…