Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

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,

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

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

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

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

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

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

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome