empowered by some unseen, dancing memory of childhood......

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.

stopping

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

forgotten.