Mar 23 2011
Pearls of fantasies shine in the waters of hope
That February turned tears to.
We will certainly free weakened hands from the ropes
If wonder is all that we do.
Let us build a small ship as a shelter-to-be
And paint it in colors of spring.
It is madness so sweet to spend life on the sea;
I will turn to a siren and sing.
In the song of my heart that will beat twice as fast,
Your own inner voice will reveal.
Reminiscence I’ll crave is for ages to last,
I’ll gift you a moment to steal.