Me

I like fireflies

and the feel of the sand rushing between my toes on the back of a receding wave.

I am a dreamer.

I question words.

I place blind faith in the cinematic masterpieces of the human heart.

I am not black or white.

I drench myself in gray, the sticky gray of duct tape left too long on the dashboard and

the serene gray pools of clay from which I rise like a phoenix, burning.  I am the light uplifting gray of a billowy cloud lit from within...by fireflies.

I take my heaven with cream and sugar in the here and now.

Heaven is my son spinning round and laughing as we splash on an empty beach.

Heaven is the sparkle in his eye.

Heaven is the smile on the Dalai Lama's face in that photograph I can't forget.

I like fireflies and the scent of moonflowers.

I am a dreamer.

I am humbled by love and grace.

I am an outsider.

My peace is knowing my song.

My peace also comes in the stillness while listening for your song, longing for the symphony.
Interrupted by thunder clasps and rain dancing on metal roofs, the melody unfolds.
It's the swallow's song and the whistle of the wind through the leaves.
Heaven is the song that surrounds our days.
I like fireflies and the sweet smell of moonflowers and sand rushing between my toes;

Cool water over my feet, the song of the ocean in a seashell and the sparkle in His eyes.