12/24/1998 The Moon
The moon still rises
beyond the sun crested sky
with the soft white clouds
easing its silent decent.
12/24/1998 My Sadness
My sadness falls
like sand through the hourglass,
sifting through my body,
leaving emptiness behind.
04/16/1999 Fear Not
Fear not what comes unknown
Love what you have
Hold it with both hands
Waste not the joys of today.
Paul W. Walters