Hope and Nostalgia

Without paper

I write on brick walls

Etching thoughts through tired fingertips

Flowing words curve as if lured by invisible stencils

Hugging downward sloping lyrics

Enough momentum to seek the afternoon sun

Hope and nostalgia coupled in a dance

In perfect harmony, trading leads between them

Continuing on like this, over and over

Thirsting for a never-ending symphony

Not wanting to hear the last note fade



Sundance under the moonlight’s watchful eye

While bonfires blaze, painting shadows across forgotten years

The harmony of tears and laughter intertwine with the cool breeze

And surround my wanting ears, luring me to listen and remember

The Flute Player of Sedona

A flute player danced

A desert dance to red silhouettes

Moonlight celebrations

Raining ancient melodies

That touch my ears for the very first time


Orchestral echoes linger in the air, dripping

My cup held out with both hands

Collecting drops of silvery sweetness one by one

So that I may drink and quench my thirst

And feel the life of my youth once again


Red silhouettes stand overhead

Even in the darkness, I can see their eyes

Our gazes embrace

Bringing a feeling of safety, never felt before

A silent strength transferred by its touch


As the melodies softly fade

I am released

The dance concludes

The flute player plays his final note

Forever touched by the flute player of Sedona

Coffee Roast of Life

I hear them inside

Dancing together

A communal dance

A celebration of change

From green to brown

From brown to black

I see smoke

But am not alarmed

The smoke is part of the ritual

A beautiful sweet scent

That fuels my anticipation

For the first sip

The first taste

To fuel my day

A coffee roast of life