Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

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

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

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

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

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

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

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,

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

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

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light