It's the small still voice of
a subtle breeze on the deep pool surface
that keeps a fanged lizard"s temper cool

Being in the flow
Is making this life seem easy
As a cool afternoon breeze
In your hammock swing

I felt that first chill
never really have before
old age advancing

perfect picture life
marble steps, porcelain smiles
but your eyes can't hide

The way you look in the mirror
the nonchalant way you flip your hair
the head cocked and that little shoulder shrug
as if to say, I'll take it, and your content, to leave it
some things just never change,
that beauty mark only I see
the scars light can't observe
but I know where they hide
the twinkle of an emerald eye
as it shoots up to catch me just right
it winks at me and lets me know it's all ok
I forgive you, let's move on

what's you worth
can't count your blessings
but want mine

some left behind trail, long dried,
mountain green pools, empty salt, died
nothing alive, just ghostly white lines
leading to dead eyes

those aqua green eyes
swirl about unimpeded
my tempest bound head
century storms all my days
since I laid sight upon you

theres never more time
happens to always run out
even nine live cats

I lived forty nine
from paul simon’s fifty ways
I’m a slow learner
better late then not at all
slows one thing stupids ‘nother

Sliding on water riding as
Earth beats in motion gliding
Guiding bodies in glistening oceans
In emerald green dreams and
wild eyed notions

lost connections
tethers dangle lonely
never losing hope

tumbleweed dancing
dos e dos down main street dirt
wild west saloon shots
wasted, ghostly piano tunes
echo in some boxed canyon

headstone silhouettes
moon drawn shadows stand alone
silent forever

crows in flight
alarmed from roosting
a fresh meal

This little one is
My sweet yellow bird
With a butterfly heart

crickets in rhythm
evening lullaby hymn
symphony of nymphs

I open her up
Juices flow, she purrs along
Running down the end

For some patience is a virtual
for others a mere myth

Shucking silver tinted slippers
Reminds of my wife’s favorite ring
The one with the pearl inside

waiting on miracles
some giant ah ha moment
sometimes he whispers

time never stopping
only thing that ever will
old body aching

forest walking time
rain drops keeping natures beat
crash leafy cymbals

anticipation
still after these many years
infatuated

feeling her warm breath
sending cool chills down my spine
heat begins to rise

nights slowly die
watching moons melt inside
warm beaming eyes

Walking hand slips in hand
Like a foot in that old canvas ked
Spring and it's thoughts of summer

windows of my mind
open images of you
sweet recollection

from my lips your name
final gasp of air for you
with you my last wish