on the morning air,

comes the sound of music.

Hush now!

Someone's near.

Only wait a tiny moment.

Can this be what it seems?

Are you in the real world,

or dwelling in a dream?

Where once the bench

stood empty,

as small planes soared above,

a man is sweetly singing

his melodies of love.

His smile lights up the new day.

Come now. Sit a spell.

Though the body's gone

beyond time,

the Spirit lingers still.

Ever so softly,

on the morning air,

comes the sound of music.

Hush now.

Here's your prayer.

July 27,2004.

A gray cloud cloaks the grandeur of the plains.

No rainbow shows its iridescent colours.

The angels cry, their teardrops falling rain.

Written on each fragment, music of your songs.

Today I feel no sunshine on my shoulders.

I can't believe it's six years you've been gone.

The wind whispers your words, that all may hear.

Sometimes I think that you still walk amongst us.

Your old guitar sounds sweet upon the evening air.

The poetry you spoke with knowing tongue.

Such memories,at times, can still uplift me

To far out places where the brilliant stars are hung.

The day you left would never have to be.

But oft times there's no answer to the questions.

In the grand scheme it e'er remains a mystery.

August 21,2003.

Echoing my sentiments this time of year.

For, every place I tread, I feel his presence,

And, every place I look, I see him there.

Where stones stand stalwart, neath the azure sky,

I pause and sit in deepest introspection,

Still asking why it was he had to die.

Crowned with diadems of sparkling snow.

The eagle and the hawk soar into splendour.

I know he's here. I do not doubt it. No!

I feel that I can reach and touch each one.

The day draws to a close, and I am hopeful

That, somewhere, far away, the battle's done.

I hoped that it would, one day,touch my heart.

And,in the gentle glory that is Windstar,

At last I find a light within the dark.

I trace a path, where his feet may have gone.

The singer may be silent, but resides here,

Still caught within the wonder of his songs.

Copyright 11-7-02.

Stretched across the sky.

I feel him in the soft and gentle

Breezes passing by.

I hear him in the music

Of a river running free.

And I dream that he is here

On Earth, with you and me.

Of the North star's constant light.

I feel him in a raindrop's kiss

On dark and windy nights.

I hear him in the birds that sing

To resurrect the day.

And I wish, with all my heart,

He was not called away.

To light lost sailors home.

I feel that he is close at hand,

No matter where I roam.

I hear him in the waves that crash

On near and distant sands.

And I believe that he has found

His own PEACE,in God's hands.

December,2001

We will never forget you,

The things that you taught us,

The stories you told.

You'll remain just as young,

As the day you were captured

By waves of the ocean.

You'll never grow old.

How could we not love you,

The songs that you gave us,

Your vision and plans,

Your sweet smiling face,

All the love and the laughter,

On America's shores,

And in far distant lands.

You will ever reside there.

You still fill our senses.

You did from the start.

If you're looking for space,

Please remember, John Denver,

There's a place for you always,

A place in our hearts.

Wishing you Peace and Love,

and always"Sweet Dreams".

August 18,2004.

That, nightly, soothes me into sleep,

A symphony that fills my senses,

Making me complete.

For the wind,

The water,and the wood,

A hymn to everything in life

That's right and good.

That scales the highest height.

You are a ballad for the day,

An etude to the night.

For the moon,

And ocean tides,

A suite for all the seasons,

Mother Nature's pride.

Solace for my soul.

You are the voice

That eschewed silver,

Reached for gold.

Oft remembered lyrics

Of a fine romance,

A waltz that draws the feet

Into the beauty of the dance.

That's never ending,

Ever strong.

You are the music of my life.

You are my song.

My forever friend.

Love and Peace.

September 9,2004.