Wednesday, October 15, 2008


When I look towards
the cloudy sky--
White caps in the blue,
I think of sailboats
In the sea.
The waves churning with the wind.

I imagine gulls sailing
Above the water,
The music of their calling,
A harsh note in the
Beauty of the day.
It makes me wish
That I could fly.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Who is this soft soul with the billowing, free spirit and lovely warmth ?
I hope that I will cross paths with her on the way to the stars.