Hope

There are so many books on my shelf, never read, just there for showing off; like me, ostentatious, closed, never to be understood. These books, on a wall so tall, seeming so to be threatening are waiting to emerge and be treasured. Dust me off, undo my dog-eared pages. Unfold the stories that live inside and know how I beg to crawl out and be heard. Put me on your nightstand, let me make you wonder or fall asleep when you have had enough of me. February 5, 2026

I see purple hues in sunsets in California skies, they are swirls in berry ice cream. Seems my mind is playing tricks again. I’m lost in fancies, truth mixed in with hope that the clouds will win and blend in and I’ll see your dark eyes appear at sundown. When the sun falls past the far horizon and the gold turns dark blue, stars slowly creep in. My heart rests in a world of wonder. I close my eyes and sleep under a night blanket. In my drowsy state, I hear you singing: “Go t

Gentle is the joy that comes with age as the clouds dissolve and the horizon looms near, as the journey evolves into a pristine path and the way is clear, at last. Looking at a life through songs of joy, through years of laughter, of smiles and tears, I learned that it falls to me, on my own, to accept my ultimate fate. Life is a wonderful journey full of incredible friends and of joys without end. Your time is judged by what you leave behind, not by where you begin. Gentle i