(2014)
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
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,
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
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
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.