I laze alone, enthralled,
between the trunks, of mighty oaks...

Artistically brushed are puffs of velvet tufts,
Melded of shimmering starlets, like jewels to...

Serenity broken by advancing puffs
of evening cloud...

As to the night which slowly unfolds
small angelic rose's blossom...

Enticed on entering: By
Availing neon signs...

Hi Pam.
I am thinking back to times...

They look I stare,
A glance a glare...

Time heals or so they say,
Memories age - fade - and die away...

A mother lies, as her child weeps,
Tears of despair stain the cotton sheets...

We stand we stare,
A glance a glare...

Born to live, to age, to die,
Born to aspire to caress to watch the world go by...

Sweet child
Blessed child...