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

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

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

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

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

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

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

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,

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

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

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

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down