1-6-2019
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
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,
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
