On a hot summer day
Back in eighty eight...

He Was There
Things were much simpler in a different place and...

It's my job as a receptionist,
to answer the calls and try not to miss...

Heavens gates have opened yet again,
Welcoming a Dad, a Poppa, and a friend...

Toasting mallows
over graying ashes...

Ballerinas no longer pirouette
from the tiny pink music box...

Gasping for breath in an
Oxygen depleted atmosphere...

Struggling to be seen,
in a world where few redeem...

Five hundred
sixteen full moons...

Once upon a moon
in a different time...

Shades of pink hath she
The ephemeral beauty...

When morning breaks
and day begins...