The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

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

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.

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

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

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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

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

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,

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

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

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

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

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

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that