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

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

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,

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

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

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

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

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

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

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

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion