When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

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

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

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

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

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

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

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