It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

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.

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

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

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.