TO FIND THE SUN The air felt wrong Felt as though music was playing But there was no song Who was out there To make this uneasy feeling To make it so unclear Clouds whistled on in Was there a storm to begin Dew on trees Blew in the breeze Grey became...
Creative wave flow through my fingers in many ways. Poetry is the wave of today, seeing it's way to the page so easily the colors of life through image or word all me. All life and all feeling free.