river and light, the pounding waves.......
yet hidden away, in the soft folds of the meadow's flowers
are the beauties of the field......
pink windows into an angel's wings,
blue, as skies weep for the glory of heaven,
lavender, the colour of a smile, a child's tender heart.
to pick a delicate flower
there i find the tiniest thrones of fairyland
waiting as if empowered by some unseen, dancing memory
of childhood........in God's garden.
spring and glorious symphonies, my letters find the land of swimming moons
and remembrances not