Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

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

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

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

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

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

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

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

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.