There are ghosts that dwell
in the spooky mist
above the water at night
With the break of dawn
they will soon be gone
like vampires in the light

We must stand
in the rain to hide
any trace of tears
To be discovered weeping
is the worst
of our crazy fears

Big “I”
Little you
and everyone else too
As long as it
comes out the winner
If it’s let in the game
things won’t be the same
The ego is a natural born sinner

May the glorious sun
be the face of god
and all it’s light his robe
as he takes
a morning stroll
across this sleepy globe

Art is in the eye
of the beholder
There is no wrong
or right
In time, I think
it can grow on you
But, for the most part
it’s love at first sight

A grim prospect indeed
that the best one can hope for
is to surrender to death
as a part of nature
I can’t see myself
on my deathbed thinking
“It just doesn’t get any better than this!”

The serenity of wheat
sways in the sun so sweet
I walk in peace
on the golden fleece
that bends beneath my feet

As I lean against this tree
I feel so close to thee
This kiss of gold
has taken hold
and won’t let go of me