Faded sunset clouds
Waiting moon and infant stars
A subtle blending

Wine of forgiveness
Needs some time to sit and breathe
Before you drink it!

Sleepy blue ocean
Hiding in a cowrie shell
I heard her snoring

The ghosts of old loves
Live again in memory
Casting deep shadows

Freedom
a gift that is seldom free
freedom to say I just want to be me
freedom of thought
freedom of expression
freedom from any kind of oppression
freedom to say you can all go to hell
because blood puts the polish on the liberty bell!

I will walk barefoot and bow my head
along the winding path that leads me through the trees
to where the nightingale sings
her notes so pure and so beautiful
that you have to follow
yes I will walk barefoot
leaving as I came in
crossing the boundary
that leaning picket fence
which marks the end of all journeys
to what lies beyond
leaving only my footprints
and the echo of a bird