Archive for March, 2011
On being touched by terror
Sometimes you hear a blast, but other times, the first thing you hear is a siren. You pause. You wait. Do you hear another siren, perhaps several? And then you sigh sadly and pick up the telephone to place a round of calls, because you know that more than one siren usually [Read More]
The Prince and the Rainbow
I saw a little prince Climbing in a tree He scampered to and fro He didn’t notice me I watched him leap from branch to branch He climbed so very high And suddenly that tree became A rainbow in the sky Up among the clouds he went And quickly disappeared Then somewhere [Read More]
With you
Don’t know how long forever lasts What’s done is done; what’s past is past Don’t know what I’m supposed to do Just want to spend my days with you Walking, talking, holding hands Side by side in distant lands Sharing secrets, fleeting glances [Read More]
