Singing Twilight

In this, the singing twilight of my life
the sky is charged with the coming absence
this, in itself, miraculous presence
I celebrate in each note of my breath

music began long before I was born
will continue long after I am gone
my wishes become whispers in the wind
forget themselves to blow so far away

each song's commemorative of the arts 
of being and becoming, crown form finds
and then loses itself, returning where
there is no knowing and no need to know

a song sings me in ways I can't announce
rest of replenishment I do pronounce


Try my "The School On Magnolia - New Life For High School"
written half a century ago, just published, an account of an effort,
perhaps a bit romantic, to take school beyond the bounds of 
"learning jail" to the "liberty to enjoy learning,"  Many vignettes that
tell the story.

Here's the link on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/School-Magnolia-New-Life-High/dp/B0DX7KM5XP