I had a dream, that I could fly,
On gossamer wings, in the clear blue skies.
Floating above the Earth below,
Going where the air currents chose to go.
Return To Padre
It was a million years ago,
We walked on the beach at Padre.
Scattering the sand crabs as we went,
And dodging the blue jellyfish,
I hear your voice,
Of the day or night.
Happiness is being home again,
Happiness is walking in the rain.
Happiness is waking with no pain.
What Are We?
After all is said and done,
What are we?
Are we gold or silver,
Or a sparkling diamond in the rough?
Death Passes By
A vast endless sea of sand beyond
The blue grey hills, bathed in the sun
Creosote bushes dot the line
Of a bleak horizon, where heat waves shine