The bird or the game

Played on the same

Land that makes us feel

The heart of the world

In our fingertips and hearts

The albatross is lonely but not alone

Wild but soft

Albatross of the world

Or the albatross of golf

A game with the small white ball

To hear the same words

Used at the break of dawn

When the sun rises up

Groggy but moving along

I hear the birds call out from

Over the marsh and fly free

The albatross sets sail

Over the lily’s I see

Blurry eyed vision

From the decision

Of the worlds mind

Eyes on the prize

To be forgotten not once

But twice in the

Twilight of life

A child was once a kid

Who grew into a man

A man who then returned

To a child at heart

The years passed

But the heart remains the same

Learning but going back

The way the heart

Came

Risk or return

Light it up or let it burn

These are the consequences

That we face

Daily as we race

Toward the sun of time

A game in the limelight

Of life

To choose and be smooth

Up the fairway and through

The woods

Life taught through the light of the morning dawn

On the dew of grass

Lies the life of learning

And the progress of a ball

Toward a single hole

One word

Meaningless without

The others

What moves a word to meaning

Like a mosaic moving together

To see the art unveiled

How to use the language

To bring about the perception

Of truth

But the truth hinges on what is

Around the words

We use and

Don’t understand

To be a held up emotion

So seek the truth

Not only the word

But the entire body of light

Shed on the mosaic of life

The paper moon

Torn on the life

To know one moon

Is to know many

Colors of vibrant blue

Drip off the page

Pulling the eyes clearly to the

Light at hand

Paper pushes the boundary

Of the moon in it’s one dimension

If the paper were to bend

What would we see

From the shapes that reflect the light

And the beauty

Of a paper moon lifted

Over the sea

The waves crash

Hopelessly on the shore

Upon the eyes of the surfer

He can see more

More or less

Less of what he knows

Where the wave goes

He follows in suit

To take the right wave

Upon the shores of times

And wait for the next wave to ride into

The night

To sing out

In pure emotion

Moving and motion

To take the hearts and feel free

For even a moment

From those who enslave

Our brains

The waves of our heart

Free to the air in the room

Shared with the purpose

Of creating art

Music

In full bloom

The desert knows the simplicity

Of life

Survival in the purest form

Thriving under the heat of the Sonoran sun

Are the cactus that burst from the ground

But delicate life forms

Of creation upon the sands

The heat can give life and take it away

Just as quickly

So take the heat with high regard

And respect

We must hold the hope of time

And reflect

The waters taught

Me

To fear the waves

Death at a young age

Great open expanse

Cascade

The waters taught

Solidarity

Similarity

To the fields of open grain

The waters taught me

To feel the pain of loss

To remember those we love

To look back with ease upon a life

We can’t have back

The water taught me

To see the future with a bight hope

Not all days are cloudy

So I take it upon myself

To learn everyday from what the

Waters have taught me