(2014)
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
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…
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
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
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,