Watching lightened darkness expand in wisdom and intellect.
Throwing caution to wilds of jungle nights.
Exasperated with the amount of time that is wasted, mourning whatever you can do nothing about – even on single, solitary, solo, journeys,
alone on mountainous trails.
Breathing easier with every measure, conducting life on a musicalventure towards heaven.
Fulfilling my essence, my passion, as Iwrite every day with unending joy in doing so.
New hopes are arising that today willbe the day of new beginnings for an oldfriendship.
Poor Mom, you were such a cute little baby – but, boy what a pair of lungs you had.At Christmas when we all got to sit on Santa’s lap – your little face got all screwed up and out came the yells and crying – as the photographer got the perfect shot for the newspaper’s…
Testing every avenue – every little path –searching for the one clue out of many,which will prove to hold true.Standing through eternity,life begins anew each day and no oneknows yet, how it’s done.
with images musically.Remembering past times with heart-felt eyes and senses.Seeing childhood just as it was, nothing changingexcept my aging even more, every time I go back in mymind.Lifetimes are held until death takes us away for ever, silencing our lives even in memory.
