In the deep-blue chill of morning Along the shallow bays of time Came the Spirit of the Yesterday With its haunting, melancholy, rhy… It flows upon Remembrance Shore

Across the great expanse With a raging river below, Rope bridges try to fly On the devil-winds that blow. The River’s mist forms a fog

If I could paint a pristine scene Using words from my mind Then I would word a whispering br… In an English garden, Willow line… And if I could build a place to d…

Seated on a bolder In the midst of Yellowstone Reflecting on a Geyser And a Bison, all alone. Tis my place to unwind the springs

Where came that shadow that wander… That light-less vision that knows… Shall I seek concealment, or duti… So its heartless deeds don’t leave… Suddenly I looked and saw it near

Yesterday, I heard Greatness call… But it was actually asking, “Who… I thought for sure my star was ris… But it was held to the earth by mo… The glue is a blending of wanton l…

Should death be a shadowed face Covered in a sheet of black, Or a valley filled with painful du… For the strength that I once lack… What is death, just another step?

I can remember when you danced from side to side, Your seat and panels Tuck-N-Rolled in Naugahyde. One-half ton,

The old woman was knitting, seated… The afternoon was warm and the gar… Then she closed her eyes so memori… And her knitting found its way to… Suddenly, a cougar appeared from t…

There’s so much politics in politi… And the bull that they feed us, it… The candidates they offer have see… Where did they get these people, a… The right and left, I been there…

As dreams take flight in another s… That does not come by way of eyes; In twilight dreams and deeper scen… Are heard the screams and mournful… Some dreams ring true from out of…