Tuesday, August 21, 2007


The green rolling hills flash by
carrying me further away from you
great white clouds hang high
in summer sky of deepest blue

My heart desires not
to travel this road
that takes me far from
where I want to be
but we both know
that the sun will rise
and tomorrow will come
so today,

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

In My Dreams

Lost in the dim of twilight waking
I cling to dreams
and search for you

beyond the stars
around the Southern Cross
to the end of the earth

I reach for your hand as
the day breaks
and in the cold light of dawn
I hear your voice and know
I will see you again
in my dreams