(2014)
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched
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,
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
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,
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.