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When I glance back 

I see the frozen landscapes that I have walked through

But it is a different view everyday 

Now all the great trees are gone 

All the fires that were lit have been put out 

It’s just the afterglow that shines somewhere inside of you

For me, writing a book at my age, lyrically, is a different proposition. Observation in most cases replaces emotion.  The invisibility rather thrills me and so, instead, I watch.  Always asked what each piece is about, I attempted to cooperate, but in truth though the lyrics incorporated my best attempt to describe what I see and of the meaning that is mine, I want those reading, who chooses to, to find their own landscape or indeed none.  

But I have suggestions.  

I have been intrigued with the poetic power of words for a long time. Symbolism, metaphor, and the magical transformations that can occur when you combine the sounds and shapes of language in unexpected ways. We use words to communicate, to describe, and to express something that cannot easily be accessed.  I cover all kinds of ground.  Love, loss, grief, rage despair, joy, hope, longing, jealously, confusion, anguish, ecstasy, harmony, gratitude, peace.  It’s all there, and more.  These words and this book is for those people who mean something in my life.  

Some of us have always felt like 'the other.'  
I no longer wish it were otherwise.   

The Other.
A work in progress. 

Dry summer air

So comfortable to breathe

But tiring to the skin

I wish it would rain

I could just wear my cotton shirt

Both should be fine
The soil is warm and dry

Makes me feel trees are weeping

They seem to know that devoutness comforts excitement

Tired olive trees drop their worn summer leaves as to combat thirst

Then weeks later fewer fresh leaves will sprout  

As to gather the weaker, precious autumn sunlight

And those will dance long into winter

Swaying silver and green under the grey cloudy skies

And daylight shines briefer and briefer every day
Air

So comfortably warm  

And dry  

It makes me forget daylight is already receding

And as it did so many times before

The northern winds will soon start blowing

And after that  

I know

Summer  

Will  

Be  

Over