Of course you’ll
miss them,
And songs
will remind you
Of them,
and the color  of
A strangers eyes,
and the pattern
The shadows
create while
You are on shrooms,
You were happy once,
Under incoming fire
And quarantine, in
The sky or on boat,
Undressed, and that’s
Not a pretty sight,
But they loved it,
They loved you,
And that’s not
Easy to forget.

I fall fast as if
a star from a dream, did you
see — the TRAIL of LIGHT

“Are you okay?”,
my wife asks
when I cough.

“No. I’m fine.
Yes. I’m not”,
I respond,

stumping her
in the poetic irony
of words that

encompass the
yes and no
and the in between.

She flips the finger
at me and I return
the bird to the nest.

We go back to our life
and our tablets,
the drip, drip of my chemo
and I wonder about okay.

“No.  You’re fine.
Yes. You’re not.”,
the bag stares in response.

Imagine a life where you're truly free,
Trusting yourself, letting go with gracefully.
No more doubts holding you back,
Just courage to follow the right track.

Believe in your strength, believe in your worth. Embrace each moment, cherish your birth. Let go of fears that weigh you down,
Rise above, don't let them get you down.

Take a leap of faith, spread your wings wide. Fly high, with confidence by your side.
Embrace the freedom, embrace the light,
Shine bright, with all your might.

So imagine a life where you're truly free,
Trust yourself, let go and just be.
You have the power, you have the key,
To live a life that's happy and carefree. Love Vange

You build me with
turquoise and
the mountains of Taos.
Cerulean blue
serenity in my soul.
My heart chases
after you.
Even your chisel
helped me
grow through
the pain.
You
are the
grand artist,
The Supreme
sculpter.