The hourglass turns Yet the candle still burns And the heart quietly yearns In the body near the fireplace On a cold and quiet night.

In my mumbled, scattered, youth There was no purpose Just a happenstance appearance Of someone’s grand design. But as I grew and looked around

The sunset glows And I wiggle my toes In the clover of this meadow, This spring has dawned On this fragrant lawn

What the mind conceives of books a… And visions conjured deep in cloud Shall never fetch the love of fait… 'though love shall speak of faith… Mystic dreams can melt from parabl…

In the morning mist the sky was ki… With tiny sparks from a wooded rod The power was shy, those sparks to… Not like the power from the hand o… Those magic places in those mystic…

I lost my Muse the other day It just spread its wings and flew… And I’m not quite sure where it d… When it breached that vision of fa… It has left before but it came bac…

The melodies within the soul Can accelerate the hours, Songs to God about his love And all His wondrous powers. No foolish thoughts cloud the mind

So slow the clouds pass us by Wandering leisurely across the sky Such illustrious billows Like those satin pillows Upon which— lovers lie.

My friends say that I’m backward. But I question the reasons why? I’m personable and chatty And never, ever, shy! Just because I drive a car