Old Dreams

he wanted to be an artist

a young man, a dreamer

living in Paris or Florence

creating masterpieces then

not to sell but to present –

to give his paramour

the essence of his very soul

a gift rare and precious –

his life did not allow whimsy

an old man, he painted her walls instead

an old man, he painted her walls instead

his life did not allow whimsy

a gift rare and precious –

the essence of his very soul

to give his paramour

not to sell but to present –

creating masterpieces then

living in Paris or Florence

a young man, a dreamer

he wanted to be an artist

Selfish Cloud

I held the sun within my hands

Its warmth and light were mine alone

No other creature felt its touch

No plant would feast from sunlight’s hand

No lake or sea would sparkle, flash

With diamonds placed upon each face

I thought I heard a crying sound

The sky was weeping raindrop tears

Of loneliness and dark despair

I knew in time I must let go

Release the rays and let them shine

Upon the aching tear-stained land

How to Catch a Star

Step outside on a clear summer night

Cast your eyes upward to see the light

Of a million stars in the dark firmament

The gow of lost planets already spent

Close your eyes tightly, breath in, breath out

Empty your mind – earasing all doubt

That those pinpoints of light are too far away

For your small earthbound finger to stretch out to play

With the sparkling wonderful magic in space

Trust your heart, look at me, find your star in my face

Camping

We fell asleep to the lullaby

Of raindrops on canvas

Tree branches painted

Silhouettes for our delight

Frogs and crickets performed

An opus for an audience of two

Delicate, intricate lace webs

Adorned the peaks of our fortress

A clement wind rocked us

To the rhythm of the moon

Nature cast her nighttime spell

Again

(I used a quote from Langston Hughes as my Plus!
“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain

beat upon your head with silver

liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby”