Words on fear and anticipation:

On such a sleepless wing I travel
As the cricket song fades away
I’ve missed my train
For now in slow groups of three
Does my life begin
Three by five to keep me alive
And these shakes to stay at bay

I long for the gentle sounds
Of angels to usher me off and away
To guide these borrowed bones
Back to place of peace and slumber
No more pain or pills,
Doctors and worried faces.
No more canes and stairs
Or medical places
I yearn for rest and peace of mind…

B~
2015
“A life in progress”

“My Girl”
13.5x 25.5 Framed
Mixed media
Oils,inks,acrylics.
400 200$ usd