In the heart of the City…

“And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;”
― William Cullen Bryant
in the heart of the city
In the heart of the city
we found gold,
broken by sorrow
our tears overflowed… Your form was missing
though your spirit was there, 
our hearts are still beating
sustained by prayer…
We honor this journey
and sing your praise,
deep within us
where you left a trace…


He naturally swooned…

“So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

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in the
of eloquent tunes,
she caught his gaze,
and he naturally

Elysian visions
the air,
and sighing
in charming flair…

Swept by
a stream
of delicate chords
two lovers
with one accord…

And they basked in
the light of a
resonant glow,
how tenderness

In the nuance of evening…

“We are all just walking each other home.”
― Ram Dass

the nuance of evening

In the nuance
of evening,
collect your thoughts,
in gentleness
and compassion,
stay the course…

In kindness to yourself
and each
living being,
no negativity
should darken
inspired ways of seeing…

And soak
up nature,
feel the earth
beneath your feet,
taste the sweet ambrosia
of merciful beats…

Sing out of tune
when nobody’s home,
let your mind
and your body roam.

Forgive quickly
when offended
by some,
guard against hatred,
and in love
a transcended being
filled with light,
of darkness
or the foreboding
of night…

Awaken in the mornings
knowing you survived,
perhaps undone
by suffering,
but fully alive…

I wanted to be famous…


I wanted to be famous
the talk
of the town,
hand out my autograph
like a queen with her crown…

Just to be noticed
by those
in the know,
a celebrity rock star,
with her very own show…

But as I’ve grown older,
I’m happy
to say,
I’m a star in my own right,
with an acclaimed cabaret…the birds
are my chorus
in the early morn,
with dazzling
I’m seriously adorned…

My fans waft past me in pale yellow hues,
dancing to the movement of a popular muse…

Young *hadedas
who write their own scores,
bellow out compliments,
I’ve heard their applause…

The grass
in the fields
worships my feet,
with gestures of praise…I am quite replete…

I’m the star performer, when the moon peeps out,
with floodlit glory,
she is quite devout…

and when stars
I’m part of their show,
made of fine stardust,
with a

*The hadada or hadeda ibis (Bostrychia hagedash), is an ibis found in Sub-Saharan Africa. It is named for its loud three to four note calls uttered in flight especially in the mornings and evenings when they fly out or return to their roost trees.