Sunday, August 1, 1999

Dreams are cast over a pillowy view

as eye’s sparklies dance across the royal blue glow.


Like leaves caught in a current the movers move

soaring through space to where lift fails the feathered folk.


Miles over home and heading toward the light,

unbounded highways lead the way


Over patchwork quilts of green and blue,

to mystery and joy over horizons of night and unspoiled dawn.