Reflections In Glass

It's that time again. Birds fly north trees explode and the earth becomes a pallet for God. Here within these pages in black and white I have tried to give you all the colors of a rainbow. A window if you will not only into my life but yours as well.</P>In my life I have been a soldier a philosopher an engineer a massage therapist a musician a martial artist a writer and a poet. Looking back I find when I put all of these together in some mysterious way; it makes sense that I have become a romantic. I don't quite understand it but it flows effortlessly from my heart and my pen and as easy for me to accept as breathing.</P>I have also learned that everyone understands love. Some because they have it some because they have gone through it and still others because they need it.</P>You will find it here in the words in the sentiment in-between the lines or in the emotions that they might provoke.</P>I cannot think of a better place to have written these words than Woodstock.</P>