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

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

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

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,