Time ran away
it stood still
it got wasted
occasionally,
it was put
to good use
it slipped by
it faded away
it stopped
and then,
it flew
it remains
ever ticking
until it
stops
then
where did it go
its gone…

Time ran away
it stood still
it got wasted
occasionally,
it was put
to good use
it slipped by
it faded away
it stopped
and then,
it flew
it remains
ever ticking
until it
stops
then
where did it go
its gone…

Fills my soul
Lightens my spirit
Shine on beautiful
shine on…

Traveled far
to meet a
wise woman
She gave us
space
She showed us
grace
Circle of women
Sisters of soul
We took this
journey together
seeking knowledge
returning to self
whispers of the wind
the elders calling
doubts falling
rise up and claim
your space
Wise Women…

Thoughts dangle
time ticks
Thoughts Collected
thoughts lost
escaped in a blink
some return
some gone forever
carried away
to the land
of nod
Letting them
go
hoping they
return
if not,
farewell
perhaps
we meet again
just a
thought…

crescent dreams
float at night
taken places
of delight
Night to light
In the waking
space…
crescent dreams
fade away
Into the day
what remains
a shadow beauty
rich in colors
memories etched
stitched and
ripped
gone are the sorrows
of what went
before…

This one
or that
which way
why
Are you
sure
guess again
over there
over here
all over
dream on
wake up
I am sure
its over
why
its the
way
of that
of this
one,
I’m sure…

floating
flying
swinging
swaying
holding
letting go
finding
losing
closing
opening
hoping
always,
hanging
by
a
thread…

Went on an adventure
to a place I’ve never been
spent a week
gone in a blink
made new friends~
LEARNED
There was a man
with quiet strength
a keen intellect
who spoke truth to power…
lived by a code of honor
he would not betray
spent his life in service
it was his way…
We don’t teach much
about this warrior
shame I say
for a man who
saved the world
in so many ways…
You had many names
but as a soldier
General George C. Marshall
I salute you…

Beauty surrounds
wherever found
In the simple
life abounds
touching the soul
sacred and profound
to live free
to just be~

The purple roses
of Clontarf
remain etched
in my minds eye~
the beauty
the magic
the fragrance
of a beloved
Isle~
Time and time
again
time eternal and
immortal~
Her name is a
whispered pray
on my heart,
always and forever
Ireland…
