The dreamer....

I am a dreamer, I always have been. I dream during the day, but not at night.

Lost in thought, I tend to dawdle, and soon I fall behind.

When I realize how far back I've fallen, I panic and I begin to run.

Trying to catch up, I run full tilt. But I am clumsy and prone to disaster.

It is not long before I stumble, and fall to the ground.

But my spirit is strong. Though battered, I am undeterred.

And so I pick myself up, wipe the dust from my clothes, the blood from my knees, and the tears from my eyes.

And I begin to run again.

I wrote a song for you...

I originally wrote (and posted) this about five years ago for no one in particular. It's now been slightly revised and is being re-posted for someone special...

"I Wrote a Song for You..."

I was sitting in my room all by myself
And took my notebook from the shelf
I didn't know what else to do
So I wrote a song for you
What to write I didn't know
But soon the words began to flow
Things come fast when they're from the heart
For me, keeping up was the hardest part

After a while I set my pencil down
And looked at what I'd written with a frown
I couldn't finish it alone
So I called you on the phone
You came over really quick
And I guess that did the trick
It didn't take me long to finish
And begin to play, as was your wish

At first I played it oh so soft
As we sat up in the loft
When that didn't feel right we went outside
It just felt wrong for us to hide
As I played you began to dance
With movements so gentle they could entrance

Confident now, I began to play it loud
And soon the two of us drew a crowd
Everyone began to dance and sing
Filled with the love that comes with Spring
Nothing could stop our joyous fun
Until the light faded and the day was done
And when I left you at your door
We were closer than we'd been before

But for now it’s not meant to be
And you feel so very far from me
Once again I'm by myself
And I take my notebook from the shelf
I have nothing else to do
So I’ll write another song for you

Remembering the 60th place...

"the Broccoli tree..."

Won't miss the house, but I will miss the tree.

Morgan Territory

In the Amphitheater...

Berkeley...

Bus sketch