Souls touching
Free from the tyranny
Of flesh
Our passionate spirits
Leave no songs unsung.

Acceptance

A white light drops
From a blue sky
And waits like water
In a glass
Asking no questions
Of the green grass.

A Poem

I was sitting quietly,
Not waiting, exactly,
When a door in my mind
Opened softly
And something
Beautiful slipped in.

The Way It Is

What happens, happens,
And we live on the edge
Holding our breath.