A quiet site, an open mind,
No need to worry. no thought for time.
The soft cool colours turn down the heat
The pressures of everyday life.
Where tensions do not rise, but
                    float into the clouds.

Where people do not sink. in the
               cold waters.
But find a place to rest.
The tranquility of this far away place
I have found once again, by painting
      this picture. in my bedroom, in my
      duplex, in this place that I call
      home -- the city.

G.S.

So far away lies a man
Who waits upon his death
my arms extended, heart
weighed down
My reach helpless to his fate.
...but long ago this man
stood tall.

A heavy man, who whirled me up
and pretended I could fly
the hand I held was for support
It protected and I felt loved.

Time has passed and it is I
who gives support to hold
his hand and break the fear,
the devil age, has given him
...yet long ago this man stood tall.

I love this man, it is NOT time!
to let go of the hand
Oh, Grandfather hold on tightly
my hand will keep you tall
Today This hand is here for you
As yours was in the past
It is all who won't forget you
P.S. Grandfather, I love you.

D.B.