(2014)
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to