written 1998
She has never felt frustration so… Her body reacts so violently to on… Vehemently screaming “why!” while… Bomb. The world seems so overwhelmingly…
The helpless newborn baby cries. Distraught his mother weeps. Adoption separates their bond That they may never meet. The birth mother ever grieves her…
Who planned October’s silent song Whose rhythm is the pulsing heart, Whose melody is echo heard From lost chorale the haunting the… Of every solitary art?
The way it is, the way it should b… To be. What else is out there for them to… They speak of nothing in search of… On their journey through this land…
The world’s getting weaker and wis… Her mother used to say. What’s going to happen to a people Who never stop to pray? Is there no hope for tomorrow?
To look upon crystal blue skies, And see beyond with childlike eyes… To feel the joy with heart, wide o… And to lovingly employ that which… To know the power that is given to…
Oh, how the deep-blue sparkles, Sunlight glistening atop each wave… And eagerly does she store it all… As a vivid memory she yearns to sa… To keep it for times this winter
When she looks on the ground She sees such beautiful flowers And she thinks of stars so bright In the sky she imagined in space All the planets must be so hot
Wandering aimlessly thru this maze… Intimately afraid of the darkness,… Reminiscent of the things, yet to… Standing in the sun, as the warmth… Crying with the thunder, as flashe…
Bare roots twist incredible design… Cascading down to drink the river They float between the banks among The rocks you say “Lie back and Look up, Mom”—green bordering
He is a writer doomed by society He wonders if there is a Love bec… He pretends to live He feels he is being swallowed in… He touches the coldness of society
The stars are old with his delight The ground was soft with rain The moon did show the lovely night And beauty was her reign Her hand reached out to hold his h…
The colors of life seem to Fade as they disappear into The mind and reappear in Their soul. The more colors There are the redder the
Love of soft warm drizzly days Slowly, strolling along a quiet pi… Cloud banks cast light upon the wa… Illuminating a sea dance, then dis… Touched by pure gentle hissing rai…
There was a time she wanted to say… Other times she wondered why So young so full of life which wil… As beautiful as the new day’s dawn She can see the end is near