The tobacco stained ground shimmers in the heat. Dusty boots stand alone, solitary monuments to past journeys.  His old rope lies untouched like a coiled snake... yet the memories remain.

In the blue
clouds drift,

Silver linings,
hidden inside.  

Together we dance,

A small frog leaps,
the lilly pad pops.

June becomes a shadow in time.

Still resting here as the blue jay flies.

There will be no new planet
We have just one
Just the right one
To take care of

There will be no new chance
To make more mistakes
To let it here *****
To walk out

We have right place to live
Not place to left
For the new
We are here from the beginning

Let us believe in change
Change our thinking
Live more green
Live more with heart

Rebounding raindrops
sparkle like diamonds:
relaxing in the garden.

The words lay down their lives, poetry is the temple.  

No faces required, no images desired...

From black and white the colors emerge.

Drifting on the breeze, teardrops fall.

Into the skies I glide, a blue dream begins, years regress, I surf through time.

The garden so green, together we spin, dizziness is our altered state.

Old faces return:

"Hey Grandma, I've picked some mint just for you... don't forget the rosemary, you'll enjoy that too"

Old sounds play:

"Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away"

Together we spin, twisting the trance, returning to another time.

In the sky we fly, drifting and dreaming of her deep blue eyes.