BalloonBalloon Thread the satin between my fingers The slight tug, the airy Lift, so light Feels closer to freedom So close and yet I Can't let it go.I hear it. It whispers.Free me I want to fly Let me Float away I want to see The sky I want to seek So high So free ReleaseAnd so I did. I gave it to God to play with.
MistingMistingThe world fades in and out As if the mist has a tune of its own. All the sharp edges of life slowly soften. Blurred and evaporated in this noisy city. The fog makes me slow down. Take care. The windshield wipers are slow, too. It's just misting.
Lady's NightLady's NightThe light is dimming. The audience hushes itself. I am watching the night unfold her heavy velvet curtains. Her dress, midnight blue imbued with diamond stars and a lunar brooch pinned to her breast. She loves to be on display. She is both subtle and daring. She knows how to turn a crowd Once she has their attention. The show has begun. Shh...
ask you, who is who?
the glasses