Saturday, November 13, 2004


If love is an energy, then where does it go when hope falls behind?
Can thoughts travel to the person who is the object of them?
Will good-will travel at the speed of light or that of sound?
When all communication stops what senses pick up the slack?

How come tears shed continuously form no puddle?
Can snow reflect the light lost by the clouds?
Where are all the dogwoods in the city I remember?
Is practicality all that important or do dreams become reality?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Lovely thoughts, expressed as though seen through elegant lace or the gossamer wings of a beautiful butterfly. Strong. Powerful