Versatile
Dreamer by Nature
Anonymous
When the I
feel like
When I
I
I
a poet.
prepare fanciful, colorful meals at home,
capture the smile of a nearby child,
I
labor for hours, dedicating myself to to-do's,
feel like
When I
I
a worker.
call
feel like
home and
feel like a
I
myself at ease
in
hangs overhead the ocean,
romantic
much
with perhaps too
what
find
a daughter.
When the moon I
at night,
feel like a mother.
When I
champagne
feel like a wife.
When I
tide rolls in like spilled
time to reflect on
dare to be.
Who Grows tlie Stars? Mark Barrett
Who
grows the
stars?
Places them up there so far?
Who
grows
looking
all
down
of those
at
stars
where we are?
Who plants them in the
sky?
Listens as they ever so gently sigh
when
they extend their stems across the sky,
uproot themselves and attempt to fly?
The one who grows the stars we see, also created you and me. The one who grows the stars we see must watch them die, and so do we.
my
skin,
