When my Creator calls me home , carve my marker from sandstone , for I was many different grains of sand pressured into one ... Fear , guilt and myriad troubled times combined with periods of love , sweet dreams and a restless desire to solve life's role on a forever changing stage ...When my days are done , tell the people that may inquire that I was a musician , a blue note with infinite combinations , sad , inquisitive calls followed by tri -tone answers and chord progressions ....Twenty years after my death tell a friend that I was a poet , submitting my mindset for the world to critique , sharing my thoughts in the name of peace .......

The sun of yore
Still shines on thee
“I fear her light!”,
Cried Night to me.

The brightest star
Plunged in the sea
“For she's herein -
Ye needs not me!”.

Yet wretched I be
For all I see -
A dark abyss
Surrounding me.

“For heaven’s sake!”,
I sob, I plea,
“Her light - her bright -
Shines not for me!”

***** handprints on the refrigerator door , muddy footprints on the kitchen floor ! Crayons and baby bottles under couch cushions , ***** diapers and grass stains on Sunday dresses and shirts ! My toddlers are grown up with kids of their own , and all the spills and stains are just memories now .. It's funny how the little things are the most precious now , things that were a big deal then now forgotten with time !  I can still hear them running up the stairs screaming with their shoes soaked from the rain , an I'd do anything in this world to have them back again !!

when will you stop trying to destroy me,
stop hating me
and realize that i'm just me

When will you stop punishing me
because of your problems,
then realize that i'm just me

The sun will set and the moon will appear
then the sun will rise and moon will disappear,
and i will still be just me

so can you please accept me?
did you know that you are hurting me?
but i am sorry
I refuse to change who i am
I'm just me

Is it appropriate,
To tell you I love you.
To tell you,
Just how fast you make my heart race.
To explain,
The feeling of butterflies,
And the tightness in my chest.
May I say,
How perfect it feels
To be wrapped up in your arms.
Or should I keep this,
My little secret.

lets go to our home in the hills
the mountains we love
lets hold hands through the valley
and sleep together in the trees
pick flowers for me on our way up
tell me you love me when the sunsets
and at the end of our journey
our journey to the home we've created
the place where we'll stay
tell me you'll never leave me