Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

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

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

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

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate