written 1998
Escape from the past, To set your self free. She wonders when that time Will ever come to her. Escape from the past,
Today he took a little time, Just to think awhile; As thoughts of you danced through… He began to smile. He ventured back to those special…
He sees, as in a dream, The mythological time traveler, Flying by treading moonlight; High above a city Tinkling with silver sounds
Splashes of color, Flowery carpet, Perfectly arranged, A mighty graphic. Waters descending,
Sometimes At night He feels Your satin slippers Dancing away
Disarray finds its grace lain upon… Hamlet, shall no one touch your sp… So shameless your name like the gl… Your purpose finds no voice, but o… Your words, misshapen, looking to…
Love of soft warm drizzly days Slowly, strolling along a quiet pi… Cloud banks cast light upon the wa… Illuminating a sea dance, then dis… Touched by pure gentle hissing rai…
Rivers Rivers Rivers cool cold Refreshing rivers, running, leapin… Joyously over the waterfalls. Flying rapturously through the air With a song of praise cupping
The wind on the sea, The bird in the air, The days are long gone From that land fair. Eagles fly high up above,
Transcending Categories of race Evidence, time unexplained; In the purified essence of The space of truth
It’s high tide again, Willy. Snow’s been Melting off the mountains For days
Children run and laugh and play Even in their shortened day A soft dry breeze Threatens all the crumpled leaves As Winter slowly makes its mark
You are the gentle summer breeze That comes rustling through the tr… In the silence of the breathing ni… Your warm caress and whispering si… Haunting her dreams as dawn draws…
What is it that makes them care? When the world makes them scared. What is it that makes them friends… When they are at their end. What is it that makes them vulnera…
The great people fall The creek beds go dry. The great buffalo are slaughtered. The trees no longer stand so many… All these things die,
