Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

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

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

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

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

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

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.

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

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

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

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

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