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

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

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

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,

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

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

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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

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

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

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free