(To the one person I will truly miss when my time...
When I journey down Pennsylvania way...

Steam whistles out
of the pot, tea...

You make life alive,
living i can love you better...

In other worlds I roam while sitting,
Walking across galaxies in a single footstep...

As the world progresses we become more...

Mind, it is not to be controlled
but controls the rest...

I must leave you
but I, like a trout will find my way home...

God has found in me a wayward soul,
So plucked from Heaven an angel fell...

Penne noodles, pesto, peas, and garlic bread,
My new favorite dish, not of food but of memories...

She walks in a ray of pure
leaps in a field of golden barley...

You are a temptress,
You tease me and don't know it...

In my youthful days
i dreamed of the future...