Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

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

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

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

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes