Rocks lying on their backs under water, looking up into the
sky, ducks sleeping lazily, floating like toy sailboats on
Lying back, thinking about you, knowing you are
sitting up in bed reading, only because I am not
with you, nor will I ever be again.
Flowing and soaring into the air, billowing as it passes by trees, whispering breezes at their leaves, touching lips of imagination as it kisses it lightly in a silent friendship.
Being alive in Mother Nature and humanity together, picturing images as they become created in the very midst of rhythms tonight.
Rhythms of a colorful life being sung so affectionately
in throes of our lives.
Wondering how we ever got together, because we were so
Magic moments are opening up so gently and surprisingly
in the moonlit night as we two went walking along shores
of brilliance holding hands.
Silent lips praying for hope that will not come to be,
yet continuing anyway.
A bright light unfolds from within, showing us the way
Lies are falling from lips of obama, never knowing the
truth, but we continue to tell him.
Knowing that we are failing to listen to him because
Wispy mesquite trees fanning sides of buildings
erected in the arid desert framework.
Life dwells intelligently alone on an oasis,