People ask this question a lot. This is my opinion.

This is a poem of general observation of my surroudings.

A short account of four women on a vacation to Colorado and their experience of sharing their faith with a mountain tour guide.

Short story, written by mld, June2009.

Lyrics are about somebody who lost their love, and is thinking about what happened and what to do while taking a walk.

I had the idea for the beginning of this poem in Darjeeling, India in 1998, but then I couldn’t find the right end for it until May of 2006, by a lake in Colorado…

A strange encounter in the wild.

Frozen dead guy.

I am asking the Colorado governor to clean up Colorado water.

A mourning young woman is waiting for the man who will not return.