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

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

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

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,