laughter at things that just make me cry. Finding your way through the dark woods of night. Landing on foot when big cat fell down. Hopeless yet hopeful without promise in sight. Singing in season yet a bit out of toon. Utter conclusion with an ending too soon. Days without night and light without sun. Never remember when the winners had won. Horizon’s hunted by sharp eye abreast. When dawn last assembles, we’ll be put to the test. In frank declaration we promise a bride that all will be well and soon by her side. In power and promise creation is wrought the best of each life are those things we are taught. Caught by the scruff apparel in rough, tossed to the sidelines til I’ve had enough. A world full of lillies with a rose in each hand. The stuff often wanted appears in demand. Planned for some safety and a soft spot to land but fell on my duff the clumsy be damned. Truth in my posture and the lie my great slouch I would sit on my buttocks on floor, chair or couch. Liaison to reason and wisdom of none. We had already finished before we’d begun. I wanted to rampage, but they secured all the fun. And sun at four thirty it was time soon to run. Took up the runway and started ascent, the lift neath my wings and gravity spent. The fuel and my passion all bundled inside the future so bright, far and too wide. I had to find someone in whom to confide. As light entertainment I spoke of my love and the gifts we are given by a God so far above, everything that I fancied and things that I don’t, and even those rascals who will and who won’t. Celebrate madness as the skill all may not see. Captured by thought means we’re never quite free. to be or to not as we wanted to be. The picture so bright once we learn to see. A week without end and a start without lines. Digging so deeply they should call these mines on mountains so desperate they escaped all the pines. In the winds of my winter my belly button froze an I had to grow hair on the end of my nose then crackle the ice from my shoes and my clothes as the pain went away from my fingers and toes. In oceans of sadness I spent all my tears, my fears soon to be lost at the incoming spears. Calamity chased and so quickly lost Found my sharp edge on the coin that I’d tossed. Been bossy and busy with ideas of man no time for God as I ran my own plan. Off to the circus the horse and the goat got left behind when the dock offered a boat. Navigate worlds bright distant moons. Hoping each season is filled with all Junes. Our community bird are bright painted loons. No old wife’s tale about a knife and two spoons.