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.

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

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

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

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

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

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

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds,

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

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free