For some very important things,
only the span of a moment is required.

Many dreams, like bubbles in a child's playtime, drift away and pop.

When it all looks hopeless, fading and drowned out, sometimes, just sometimes, the bettering presents itself, in spite of the battering.

What's hard about dreams,
is getting stuck in the dreaming.

A possible dream may require scars and stains

When everything is in its place,
the music begins to play.

Truth about truth must needs be truthful.

If paradise where colours, its banners are varied and bright against a muted landscape.

What we can, we do.
Something for the big wigs to chew!

So many winter friendships
save but a few
thaw with the sparkle of spring