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,

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

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

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

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