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

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

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

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

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

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

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