Over fair meadows doth she floweth Watchers fancy her brilliant treasures Songs of Angels find birds in the springtime Saturn casts its eye of fortune Setting forms of faulty pass-times Thwarting plans

At the table we sit Waiting for glory Leaving the stories behind We can't live on bread alone We must dream

Trains tell stories to many who need adventure Planes scream threats to those who fear the ends of the Earth Shoes smile to many who see the pleasures in galas Bibs give the world a chance to reconsider

I read your dreams You see my fears We take our gaze to valleys We run freely like kids Let the world move on We can stay here forever A moment with you Heaven casts light on us Forever running through

Poetry is my art. I made an artist...my daughter. Her art fascinates me. She is one of the Muses. She is prolific and I learn from her every day. She took a piece of art she saw and "added some movement

When I write I don't think about the next thing. I believe in the power of the Muses. This makes all the difference! I have thousands of poems that have poured out of me over the years. It is a great journey

She used to cry on the beach. He used to run and laugh in the mountains. One day, he looked toward the sea and had a new feeling. He stopped laughing and walked toward the water. She stopped crying and