This was written as I reflected on both the good and sad times of life and the constant grown that occurs within.

I see this women frozen in memory. She invokes a longing, almost haunting desire to recapture youth. An age of innocence and lost love kind of thing, wispy and dreamlike.

I love music, especially violin music, but when I hear the gypsy violin something magical happens to me. All I have to do is close my eyes and I am amid the gypsies. I can almost smell their campfire and feel the music luring, tempting, craving - dance, dance, please dance for me.

Have you ever walked beside the ocean and felt a need to be part of the waves, the sea air; to be part of their essence? This poem describes that yearning.

The songs of nature have often held us intrigued. In this poem, a glimpse into the power and beauty of the sea's swirling depths is offered. Listening to the gentle pulsing of the waves can often bring about sweet remembrance or even connect us with the mysteries of nature that have long been lost.