Good Dreams


For every high there’s a low.
Without the rain there is no rainbow.
Without a fire there is no heat.
Hearts of ice seldom meet.

Pasts haunt and futures feared.
Inward bound or life shared.
Time is never what it seems.
Joyous am I you’re in my dreams.



A Beautiful Day


With bay breezes to call our own,
we savored the scents of flora unknown.
We explored a “cottage” of comfort and beauty,
though none as splendid as the beauty with me.

With green eyes glowing and blonde hair flowing,
hand in hand our two hearts knowing.
We’ve art and nature and the joy it brings,
a victrola played and to me she sings.