(2013)
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
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.
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
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
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.