another time another place

as the sun climbs
the sun also falls
it rolls down in the west
that great blazing ball
and it's gone

the darkness surrounds us without a sound
all that once dazzled now under the ground

but the sun also rises as we will some day
in the fields of the lord where together we'll play

a change of focus

the studio's closed, the paint is dry
but art can never say goodbye

the work will find another place
and inspiration once again
will reach out to us when
our minds expand to fill its space

so bring home every tube and brush
in art we trust; there is no rush

there was a cat

flick flick flickering tip of a tail
and every tale has an end
as every life flickers out
years together gone
replaced by memories and emptiness

sara announces with regret and relief
the ascension of one more gentle soul
to eternal life

go in peace, gara