You know,
every kid knows or has an idea...

I want the sun to be as bright as you,
So I may see you every morning too...

Imagination, my dearest friend,
Ever since I met you when I was a child...

To write a story in free verse
is to let the prose in you go berserk...

darn
everyone wants the truth...

And it's true, all this time,
I've been like a lagoon...

War, I rearranged your letters,
And I found out...

I see the blues in the skies
with every passing cloud...

You that flutters in observance
From up, an olive tree...

Tip toeing 'round a tree of thoughts,
the one that has spheres like planets...

My heart is a graveyard
where ghostly feelings rest...

As sunshine rays do come to bless the day
I pray that Midas touch may find your way...