Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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

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,

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 many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

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

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

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.

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

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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.

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

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,