(2013)
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,