Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

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

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

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

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often