some things never change
morning brings the sun
hope is rising in the east
...
when I am fast asleep
I dream again of you
the night is filled with stars
and love is young and new
...
I think I'll end this story with a love song.
I hope that you will also sing along.
The love I'm thinking of is not a person.
...
horizontal rays of light
illuminate the stolid trees
swaying in a gentle breeze
...
when a storm sweeps in from the gulf
and pines and oaks toss their crowns
there is a harmony on the breeze
like a ballet in sky fire
...
so when I laughed at death
she was angry
I guess she thought a grim
...
No more her poems capture me,
within a spellbound dream,
no more to send me soaring high,
to lands I've never seen.
...
I found the mountaintop
and saw eternity
I swam from the riptide
...
it is so easily said
and yet so hard to hold
not like the fairy tale
that we were often told
...
there is a stairway only I can climb
without a light in darkness and alone
although I know that peace is waiting there
beyond a gate that must remain unknown
...