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Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
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
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
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
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
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,
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another