Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

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

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

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

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

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

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

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