(2013)
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
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.
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…
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song