(2013)
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another