It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

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

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

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…