I’m not dead yet. Spinning crystals sing in the wind and the leaves gather in groups like friends on the playground. It is quiet, almost forgotten. Is it so difficult to die? When I am so high up in the sky? I’ve been here before; lining the edge; so pure yes and no seems here. …

I’ve been lucky so far

You would not believe the man I’ve become. Hot dry humid nights in desolate deserts might. For they too yearn for gentle respite

Push ahead and try; plan, aim and define; pursue, accomplish and find… Then you’ll have life’s dramatic irony Lasting happiness isn’t in the pursuit, nor in the eventual outcome. Lasting happiness is what sits with you in quiet rooms, when nobody is around. It’s the calmness of comfort that keeps you from doubt and regret. …

It comes to me every so often, more now than ever: my familiar past is dying; it will cease I wait for it to come with trepidation as it will empty the room; then, only old memories will remain for me. It will be then that a new future will begin; where I will become …

Time fades as age does. The two play outside until it’s time to come in.

Darkness has found me again. It’s time to fight the wind or drown in it. My hands are tired of holding on.

Let go of the wind;let it freely fly through the ancient trees and green brush-fields. Release it to play with the sun and sky and all life’s occupy

Let’s ignore each other and divert our eyes in time and become voluntary wanderers beneath perhaps this unrequited midnight light. Let’s forget about our thoughts and recycle the void between us. Let’s escape as we do

I don’t trust anyone. Why must I change, and risk it all?