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.

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

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

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

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

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

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

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

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

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

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people