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

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

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

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

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…

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

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

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

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want