Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

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

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

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

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,

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

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

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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

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