4-2024. Remembering a trip to my home town. Ready to go back next year!
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another