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

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

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

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

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

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

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

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

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,

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