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

From the depths of the oceans

Blooms the deserts

Winds so dry and true

Examine the dusty paths of yesterday

In a hope to find a new connection to the land

The desert times roll over the evening and light

Taking the days into the summer of heat

Into the nights of cold winter air

Trod the path taken

And learn the ways of simple life

Taken one day at a time

And learning from the land

With my hand upon the chimes of time

I wait to see what the next day will bring

The sailer sees the see

With eyes eager to understand

Command the waters

Of the distant shores

To be a way of life

And nothing more

Away from the world that sinks us

From the high hopes of childhood

I discover the hope of the sailor

The perseverance

Of which I do not understand

The life or the man

But I can see a memory of this life at large

As a romantic painting on the wall

Of the gallery I have never been

To see a life lived

Setting sail

Again and again