On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

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

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

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

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

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

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

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

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,