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

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

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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,

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

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

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

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

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

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

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.