I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

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.

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

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

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

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

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

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