Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

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

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

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

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

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