Its Time

Lately...
The taste of life has grown bland
As I count my lifetimes like grains of sand
Standing on Hills
Surveying My souls land
There is a particular language the wind speaks
That only I can understand.

The newness of Life.... now worn like a pair of
comfortable shoes...
As my world blooms in deep purples & midnight blues
I close my eyes to hear the words of the wise...

My Eccentricities...
I no longer despise
Its 2018....
Time for the Phoenix
To Once Again Rise & take to the skies