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

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

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,

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

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

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.