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,

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

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

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.

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

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,

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome