(2014)
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
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,
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
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,