Magical inspiration. 4-2-24
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.