What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

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

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

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

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

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

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome