Peace

In memory of those who gave their lives in the name of freedom.

To Touch the Moon

Nebula

Song of One

Tidewater scents drift across my mind

On tiny feet they scurry through my thoughts

And race away unseen - just out of reach

Where in this depth do these memories find

Their way to the surface to taunt and tease.

I smell the surf, feel the sand, and long for the past.

Time has no boundaries within a heart

It beats, and calls, and reaches,

Begging to be recognized, longing

To know completeness.

And here within my mind I search

Knowing all the while that I am lost.

One must reach to seek- -touch to know

I cannot…will not…..

So I sing alone.

Firefly Warriors

A little bit of my fantasy art.