The Wind
The wind Blows in From the North Showing force From the South Bringing warmth From the East Like a beast From the West A welcome guest The wind Blows in
The wind Blows in From the North Showing force From the South Bringing warmth From the East Like a beast From the West A welcome guest The wind Blows in
Amidst the structure Of reality Find a whimsical realm Of fun and possibility; A place to take you To lands far away Or a way to go back To the innocence of yesterday; It’s the magic of imagination That sets us free To be more than this world Says we can be
It’s where we’d meet To rest our feet We’d talk and then we’d listen; To the whispers Floating by our ears Trying to tell if far or near, Or if truth or lies were spoken. And then we’d laugh As innocent children Playing in a magic garden; Where fairies dance With elves by chance And… Read More Garden of Youth
Bright, radiating and buxom; dynamic rays aim down. Vibrant, azure and expansive; an expertly painted backdrop. Fluffy, white and scattered; performing a whimsical dance. Vast, chilled and merciless; never-ending, crashing below. Rigid, harsh and constructed; laboring strength to display the next. Designed, forged and formed; enticingly intricate scrollwork. Natural, sketched and reflected;… Read More A Deconstructed Photo
Are you the kind of person to see more than the tangible nature of normal, everyday things? I’ll start out by admitting right away – I am! From things that go bump in the night, to a fluttering butterfly that saunters by and seems to linger near my shoulder just a little too long, I… Read More More than a Flash in the Pan
Ticktock, ticktock, Clicks my grandfather clock; As the spectacular pendulum swings. One hand points to the minutes, Another the hours of the day, While the monthly window, Features a celestial display. Memories of another clock, Not as fancy as todays, With less instruments to spy, A relic from day’s gone by. Though it lacked in… Read More The Grandfather Clock
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