I know I must be someone
But I don't remember who,
I have a job somewhere
But I don't know what I do,
I have some friends and family
But I don't know who they are,
I would find them if I could, you know
But I can not find my car.

She seemed forlorn
Staring off into space,
She wanted to be alone
I could see it in her face.

I left her alone
But kept myself near,
Providing security
I felt her deep fear;
It set her apart
And restricted her travel,
I felt all the tension
About to unravel.

Should I go sit beside her
And offer my hand,
Help lift off the weight
And allow her to stand?

It seems the best thing
She has so much sorrow,
If I help her today
She'll feel better tomorrow.

Roses are red
Violets are blue,
This secret admirer
Has eyes for only you.

Roast beef is red
And bruises are blue,
The sun fails to shine
When I'm without you.

How's that for romance
On this day, Valentine?
Won't you grant me my wish
And be only mine?

Thought I'd call you tonight
But realized it was late,
I'll try again
At a later date.

I remember the good and bad
Times that we spent,
Those moments went quickly
The many places we went.

I think of the future
And the years in between,
Since I saw you last, friend
So much has been seen.

I think of old friends
And the one known as me,
Then I wonder if ever
I can share it with thee.

You know my heart toes out searching
For friends such as you,
Because the value I'm seeking
Is owned by so few.

1982

I met up with an old friend
Our paths in life were differently diverse,
And yet our personal sufferings
Were of a blessing and a curse,
We shared our life stories
Each was astonished by the other,
And when we said our goodbyes
I thought, “Safe journey my brother”.

The tenderest of moments
The tentative kiss,
The touch of a memory
Reminds me of this.

Where silence surrounds
And love burrows deep;
In visions of beauty
These things I will keep.

I sat upon the bluff last night
I looked across the canyon,
I deliberated destiny
I was my own companion,
The sunset spread across the sky
In a thousand colored tones,
Ancient voices echoed from the walls
The wisdom in the stones.

The evidence of centuries erosion
I have touched,
The absolute infinity of loving
I have clutched,
The tenderness of kindness
Presented by a friend,
These are things that have beginnings
But never have an end.

1994  (Paradise CA, Skyway Bluff)