Written after a trip to the seashore, 4-2023.
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.