Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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

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

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

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,

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

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,

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life