Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

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

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

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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

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

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

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

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