I am dried up
The muse is gone
Instead there is a desert of sand
Dry hot sand
No inspiration
I feel empty
I feel hollow
I miss the writing
I miss the creativity

It’s like a desert

I am dried up
The music is gone
Same for the muse
I have lost my way
All I am left with is sand
Desert


I miss them

Fall breezes blowing
Dark grey skies
Bright colored leaves
Red, orange and yellow
Look like precious gemstones
Rustling in the wind
Creating a hypnotic sound
Hugging to their branches
Not wanting to break free
Chimes ringing in the wind
Playing their own muted tune
The coming of a new season
Fall is fast approaching

Burning embers sitting amongst the wood
Red orange in their color
From time to time a gold blue flame emerges
The wood crackles against the heat
The glow is calming to the spirit
Enticing like a natural perfume

Burning embers

As the wood burns,
the embers glow a red orange color with a slight stream of white gray smoke which reaches up towards the sky like fingers

Burning embers

Brazilian music plays
Barely heard
The rhythm of the beat pounding
Samba
Bringing smiles to faces

Palm trees blowing in the wind
White sandy beaches
Smooth as silk
Colored umbrellas
Children playing by the water
Kites flying high in the air
Some resembling birds

Corcovado in the background
Watching everything
Sugar Loaf mountain

Beautiful tiled sidewalks
Make a mosaic
Glorious blue skies
Dotted with clouds
Soft Brazilian music plays
Barely heard
Samba
Bringing smiles to all

It’s a Brazilian lilt

I live among ghosts
Phantoms
They keep calling me
I walk by memories
Old haunts
I touch them ever so slightly
Carved through years of life
There are spirits
Vapors of life
I feel them touch me gently
They hover above
They watch everything
They listen to everything
They know everything
They are always there
I see remnants of where they were

I live among ghosts
I feel them
I can’t escape them
Everywhere I turn
Everywhere I look
I feel them
Echoes of them

I feel them in the air
I feel them in thoughts
I feel them in faces I see
I live among ghosts and memories
I am in spirit land

It was a perfect day on the island
It was miles away from the main city


To get there one had to ride the ferry for an hour across the blue waters


The sand on the beach was white and fine to the touch like fine silk
The water at times was turquoise

The beach was little lined with large umbrellas stuck in the sand
They were numerous colors and multi colored


People were sitting under them watching the waves
The waves pounded the shore breaking with bright white foam

The air was warm but not hot with a slight breeze soothing to the touch

Palm trees swayed to the breeze their leaves glistening in the sun
As the sun hit the ocean the surface looked like a million diamonds

Children were running up and down the beach laughing and playing games while parents kept a watchful eye

A man pushed an ice cream cart down the beach selling ice cream treats

A mother and her daughter played in the waves
The daughter eventually sitting in the water letting the waves run over her

It was a perfect day in every way

Everyone was grateful for the perfect day and a little slice of heaven

Lately, tears come too easily.
My throat chokes up too quickly
Sadness is all around
Sadness is permeating my soul
I wish someday soon I could feel whole again
Someday the tears will stop
The pain will end
The calm will begin

Past

Today I went back into my past
When I was a child
Sometimes I wish it could last
The sights were familiar
The feelings bittersweet

Past

Funny, I don’t belong there anymore
I wish I did
I wish I could go back

Past

But, I must go forward
And leave the past to the past