Lightspeed to Tokyo
For a moment she rests there, her cheek feeling the soft carpet. The rhythmic pulse of sound almost reminds her of something. Like a soft clatter it soothes until she begins to drift off.
With a sudden start she jerks herself awake. "I can't sleep now," she thinks. "I have no idea where I'm heading. What if it's the wrong way?"
Shaking herself briefly she looks around. The train has a curiously old-fashioned look, yet out the window the stars are streaking by like lines of light. Curiously she looks out the window. The train is somehow riding those lines of light. "Is the clattering cased by the train or by p
Air rushes swifly by
Feel the wind whistle in sky
Till heat from the cliff lets me fly
Wings cleave air strong and sure
Quickly rise through air so pure
Scan the ground no prey to lure
Five times told could not be done
Yet each time the victory won
Miles to go long weary road
Home at last lay down the load
Lost the precious gift so fine
Build precisely measure time
This is a poem of three people who inspire me. The first two lines are about my grandmother. At 62 years old she was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis and the doctor told her she was in better shape than a woman of 30, well I believe it. We could never decide if she was a feminist before her time or a pioneer after her time but that woman had will power to burn. Five time the doctors told her she would never w
Portnoy D'artagnan J. Mouse
Down winding brook lane, past crowe rock lay the house
Of meek little Portnoy D'artagnan J. Mouse
What his parents were thinking no one can say
To give him such a name on his first birthday
All his life while growing such teasing he took
That refuge he would find only in a good book
So now tiny Portnoy write adventures each day
Of the dreams that he had and the games he did play
These dreams give a life to belief in his tales
So daily Pixie Post brings requests through the mail
Around me all is silence, I find comfort in the dark.
Yet my soul seeks solace, for in me there's a spark.
So slowly up I reach, hungry for the light.
As I struggle to leave safety for the place of my birthright.
Soon enough it will be time to sleep.
In eagerness I waken as I stretch and grow each day.
What joy it is to witness all the life that comes to play.
Golden days pass into memory each a treasure ever more.
Little friends each night tell stori