Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

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

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

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

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

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

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

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

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

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

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer