Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

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

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

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…

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

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

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

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

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

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

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

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light