Life
Days of Watergate
Mountains
Weep Not
Which path on my site do you choose next?
Life began so long ago
And ends so far from now.
Time means nothing to me
Yet touches everything some how.
Swelling belly leads the way
Towards life begun anew
And reaches towards the future
Like the love we grew.
Feel the heartbeat deep within
And know the life we made.
Love is life and life is love
Believe me, what I say.
April 1975
I asked myself and I saw...
nothing.
I asked my friend and I saw...
pity.
I asked my boss and I saw...
laughter.
I asked my country and I saw...
deception.
I asked my God and I saw.
I dream of the mountains
And with my mind's eye I see
The sky etched in snow.
It falls so gently, so softly
And strikes the hills with a sigh
Like a newborn babe's.
The trees stand tall and proud
Throwing faint shadows upon
The silk-like ice which flows across the land.
Animals creep in and out
Of the wooded areas like shy, careful ghosts
And the mountain sleeps until the spring.
Winter 1973
It's raining outside
and making my soul weepy
Each drop of water falling
Seems to strike a chord inside me.
Dirty grey and cloudy
Waiting for a single ray of light
To burst through the gloom
And reach the bright glow
Hidden deep within.
Weep not...
Let the world cry for you.
Fall 1977