FLOATING

I'll be floating with butterflies

Across the green marshes,
Drawn in the wake of a rainbow of wings.
Sing in the key of the wind rustling grasses,
Splash in the sun and amble the sky;
Food will be foam of the tide flowing in,
As I'm quenched by the sea as it sprays
on my face;
The heron will nod as I slide by the bank,

With finches, kind, and warm-breasted smiles
And the hawk will swoop by to find me

With eagles and pheasants to guide me
on a journey,
to nature and nestling.
to grasp the mist.

And swallow the breeze,

Once my heart has been freed

My legs untethered

My self unbuckled
from this stone-hardened place.

June 1, 1998

Drink to Life

Drink To Life

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(Whatever has happened, whatever will be)
( I will hold you in my heart as always)
( You are the tempo of my existence.)
( The very thrum of my life)
( Forget our hurts and sorrows)
( In this world so full of grief)
( Sing when you are sure )
( I will come to you )
\ I am yours /
{Whatever }
(&)
{Whatever }
/ Will happen \
( I am yours )
( I will come to you )
( To dance along with you )
( Always hear the sound of us. )
( As you strum yourself along )
( Think of me beside you: )
( I will hold to you for joy, again, )
( Whatever has happened, whatever will be, we are. )

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Early Summer 2007

It is February, still. February - bleak and chill. Sixteen winter storms, and still counting. No countin, please. I'll think, instead, of the wings or spring. So long past...so long still to come.

It will come...right?