Lemon tasting baby dreams Like so many days spent in Readin… Muggy restlessness of summer Watching Kung Fu Or eating

He pours noise into his head and c… Which added up to zero. He put alcohol in his stomach and… Leaving zero. He believed nothing of value,

The brightness of the waves in thu… Pushed his feelings far unto the s… As inward to the deep he made his… Living in his path, were deeds apa… As freedom rang, in hunger, of his…

Standing alone, Tall and proud A dew drop trickles across her bro… Lithely bending to the breeze, But never falling to her knees.

Princess in his visions, Goddess of his dreams, His heart doesn’t weep such loneli… His soul cries out for thee, Thine eyes are filled with beauty,

A grain of wood Runs like a race car Around a multi-colored track Zooming down to the bottom It zooms up

Oak, elm or cotton wood, hemlock,… Or pine. Everyone has a favorite.… The Family Tree is his. You plant all the others; nourish Them as they grow. What they’ll b…

The little one never forgets to st… And pick flowers for a pot To give someone very special indee… Whether it be all bloomed out or j… They clutch them in their little h…

There was a time she wanted to say… Other times she wondered why So young so full of life which wil… As beautiful as the new day’s dawn She can see the end is near

Holding her head up high, She tried to stand tall. She wanted to reach above the clou… And touch the heavens. The bitter night air pushed her do…

Crossing over that bridge to the l… He turned to look back to watch it… Memories in flames, consuming that… He had so often traveled over, ste… After a soft rain, spring brought…

Still water in the beaver pond Songbirds tune to a trumpeter swan Willow waves like a maestros wand Ol’ Chickahominy sings her song Big ol’ bullfrog singin’ bass

As he sits out by a pond he came t… That he has mastered both body and… On that night he looked for a plac… Where they cared not for beauty an… When he emerged into the night,

They play a game, but they don’t a… They loved once but will they love… They always say that was the last… But do they have the right to draw… They want to love but they can’t,…

Her creamy white skinny hand. Twirled around, molded tightly Into Papa’s pudgy mahogany finger… His rippling laughter pulsated Slithered into her juvenile veins