When I have a dream

That I do not know my name

(Am I lost or free)

Sunny spring blossoms

Besotted by eager bees

Trembling at their touch

Assiduous hands

With continuous caress

Water carves the rock

Dry seeds will not sprout

Another rainless winter

Their grace will abide

Will the quail return

To the nest they made last year

For a new covey?

The song of my life

Written in a key of blue

Lyrics unfinished

When hope came her way

It nodded and tipped its hat

But chose not to stop

There’s a narrow bridge

Between grim desperation

And heroism

When the bridge is gone

Do you concede and return

Or descend the gorge

Toll the highest peal

No matter how tall the belfry

Pull with all your strength

On this earthly page

Is writ the story of ages

Each passing to each

Wealth makes us obtuse

How we pity the poorest

But not who they are