Pushing sisters don’t know where, With arms and legs and lofted feet… Into space or inner currents They fly like birds and crazy ants… They sing a song of coconuts

Galleries in the skies near and fa… that float under the empyrean, drifting through the clouds, showering the morning with golden necklaces and shiny pearls

New love, new sensation, heaven breathing inside my lungs, scattering star dust inside me, my new abyss, my exotic caves, blowing the rust off the gates,

Opening day, as rookies begin, ‘Tis Time to get ready and time t… On the mound while nerves are fray… Wish that feeling would go away. First pitch, a fastball right over…

If we lived for A thousand years, Learning every day Something new, We would soon realize

The road to joy Leads us into pain and suffering. It shows us the other half of life… It instills pain in our beings. It instills the desire to convales…

Poetry in the air with eyes of a h… With telephoto lenses And metaphoric wings, And me in their sights, My contented self,

As we look up into the sky or skie… the one that belongs to us or the one high above another world, a space within a space or a land within a land,

Music with arms that never let go, a mixture of power and tears, of passion and the running of pass… the flowing of the river of the sp… winding around the chordal banks

Mother Nature of Bohemian dreams A taker of the wind to outward ext… A lover of the passion and of the… A heretic looking for a war to wag… A rebel of the stillness of the qu…

Capricious pilots, slaves of the m… in obedience to the shifting winds… pilots at the helm of the currents… seen only by the poets and the mys… weavers of quixotic dreams and aer…