written whille driving 60 MPH down an old country road. I wasafraid I might forget it before I got home. I should have pulled over and wrote it down b..
words flow thru my mind dripping from my fingers onto the blank pages of my life they caress my mind they touch my soul seeking a life of their own s..
what would the moon speak if it could see and talk would it tell of the paths that some men walk the roads of hate that they travel down or say not at..
a single bird serenades the old man its evening note ending with the beginning of the twilight crickets begin their chorus their sounds of love echoes..
I hug myself and try to keep still for by moving I upset the delicate balance of the world destroying it I await the spiders they flood the ground as ..
she dances in the wind with a child's abandon spinning and spinning in delicious circles hair flying free arms wide to embrace her weary world to the ..