7-4-18. Thoughts on the power of love.
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
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
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure