Winter
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Run into the Sun
You're on a boat out at sea
Iʼm on a mountain climbing
Our paths were once in line, a perfect moment in time
but time moves on
keeps moving along
I blinked my eyes and it was gone
You've come back looking for me
Iʼm far from where I use to be
But weʼll always have that memory of our hearts beating in time
Mountain laurels are blooming
Seasons are changing
Days are getting longer
Skin is getting tougher
and everything is getting older older and older
You can lean on my shoulder, but donʼt you cry
The great unknown is yet to come
Donʼt you let that be worrisome
A new day has just begun
Run into the sun
Each precious moment we hold
in our very hands
We must learn to do what we can
the best that we can
cause we canʼt go back in time
The past has passed us by
but our spirits and our souls will never die
Youʼre on a boat out at sea
Iʼm on a mountain climbing
clouds pass by so quickly
itʼs beginning to rain
as the wind and the waves carry you away
farther and farther away
The great unknown is yet to come
Donʼt you let that be worrisome
A new day has just begun
Run into the sun
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
Tears of Joy
Tears of Joy
In this pile of earth, one grain of sand
not in the desert or under the sea, but in my hand.
This tiny speck of dirt, this dust, is me
unearthed after centuries.
Exfoliated into light and given life,
given a soul to breathe.
But only for a wink of an eye
a flutter of a hummingbird's wings or a butterfly's
Here I am breathing among paintings and etchings older than time
Remembering the artist's blood in my veins, hands same as mine.
I was a speck of flint on this cliff, then a pebble under this stream.
I remember it all now that I have returned, yet it is all distant memory
As I float gazing at the reflection in the Dordogne
the bridges make a full circle
and the ripples relax my eyes
Hypnotized I realize this moment will never ever return
and life is only passing by
I then think of my love, the grain of sand closest to mine, and I cry
tears of joy.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Thankful
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Dream!

Dreaming is the act of consciously writing your own future. While following your dreams is more rewarding in the end, it often is the rockier road to take. It is easier to go along avoiding your dreams by convincing yourself you are trapped or unable, but you are not. You are alive and everything you could ever want is at your fingertips, if only you would focus and decide in your mind you will.


It's worth it, I keep telling myself.











