Sometimes you're lying,
Awake, humbled, and naked
on your bathroom floor.

Neil Armstrong, Human,
First to step upon the moon,
Rest now, in the stars.

[ August 5, 1930 - August 25, 2012 ]

In the night, a voice; whispers echoing silent truths. Knowing, feeling, free.
Words shaped by moon light, paths cross in their dancing flight, gentle peace finds life.
The discord quiets, stilled by a shy lover's touch, the world is made new.

When love fills your heart
Tranquility then resides
Joy is in being

The moon high above, dark window breaks.
The word upon page, quiet mind wakes.
The wind carried song, stony heart quakes.

She's Modern Millie,
burned bridges and bet store,
going home no more.

Pitter, patter, splash.
Spring's promise echos above.
The winds carry life.

Whisper in the night,
Rhythm of her sleeping breath,
The soft voice of love.

Link was the victor,
While Yoda was defeated.
Link had the tri-force.

Taking not leaving
stretched thin and cut like paper
my own enemy

Worry not of our end.
If we are doomed anyway,
Let's go out in style.

Unshackled, I walk,

No longer running from fate.

The future is mine.

Look out to the east
A star rises from its sleep
Morning approaches

Unworthy to sin,

Begging for just one last touch, 

Just one gentle word. 

Frost chilled air wanders

Streets glow in lamp lit quiet

life sleeps, winter wakes