Dear Dream Awakened from my peaceful slumber by your visions greatly impassioned left to decipher the intricate code of your message quite creatively fashioned Fashioned into a delicate puzzle whose pieces daintily float away racing and reaching to catch them only to behold my empty hands, in dismay Dear Dream, are you a fortune teller
There are moments of my life that I look back on, see the people that shared that moment of my journey with me, Feel the love remember the laughter, wrap them quietly in a loving embrace, lifting my heart up to the sky, my pen singing of the wonder & miracle of the Gift of
There really is no other place that I’d rather be, than right here, right now. No matter where that place might be or when I might visit. Being here now is such a beautiful experience. Feeling the comfort of home envelope me, the crickets singing softly outside, the stars sparkling in the night sky, the
Becoming Once again I am becoming … Who? I don’t really know Those secrets she doesn’t Deem for me to know, At least not yet. Every step, Every word, Leads me closer To her. This me, That I will be … tomorrow And in the tomorrow’s To follow.
A Quiet Heart 