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

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

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

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.

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

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

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

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

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

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

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

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