The wind
tickles my
senses
the gentle
chirping
the sun
is setting
playing
peek a
boo
with the
trees
A calmness
settles
over and
within
Dreams whisper
on the
wind…
Senses…
Whispers…
I hear the roar
of the silent
turning
The whispers
of movement
the hurried
scurried
the whizzing
and the
whine
All divine
a moment
in time…
Floating…
Watching the
clouds
float by
I dream
of ways
to fly~
to ride
that puff
to a
magic land
where the
waves kiss
the sky
and I
can spend
my days
watching the
clouds
float by…
Into the Sun…
Here comes the sun
life is good
follow the light
fight the night
when the blackness
drowns your soul
with sorrow
and the taste
of bitter tears…
Fight the dark night
follow the light
find your delights
in the faces
the spaces
of those you love
moments of joy
pure perfection
feeds the soul
to fight the
good fight
into the light…
