In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

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…

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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

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

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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,

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

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

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,