poems.

I lived to live and live a life

I came up against all sorts of strife

I was robbed of being a wife. 

I know no one now in the Astral realm 

My life is small as before compared 

My brain will shrink with this mountain air. 

I want to know if I could get it back

I was moving on a winning track

I just one Time dropped the slack.

How fair is life, only karma will tell,

Except the funeral bell did toll

And now it's sky from here and many a cloud.

What could I want except something big,

I do have it and it feels more well

Than yhe dreams of falling and standing by the hill.

So watch my step, while I wend around,

Notions of the past on my private cloud,

Winging my way to claim my shroud...