A dream is worthless,
    Only if it is forgotten.

...And so is the dreamer.

The Magic Inside Us All

Some say magic 
is a spectacular light show,
        Shooting stars illuminate the night sky.
        Spheres of neon floating about a magician's head.
        Bursts of flame flashing in his hands.
or a glass ball,
        puppeteered by a gypsy.
        Swirling clouds of mist
        dance legato through the tool,
        seeing all,
        telling all.

I say there's a bit of magic in us all.
A warm greeting from a stranger,
        urging a good day.
A volunteer at a nursing home,
        caring for the helpless through their last years.
A simple hug from a friend,
        to ease your pain.

Vanilla and Chocolate Fudge

I am sneaking a piece of fudge from
the batch my mother made
she has cut the pieces into squares
her secret receipe the best fudge 
I have ever tasted, or so I think.

I'm not suppose to have this fudge
the fudge will make me fat, she says
girls need to be small, thin
boys don't like fat girls.  Fat girls
aren't popular  they stay home and
eat potato chips and fudge and
unhealthy fattening things.

I am constantly monitored about what
I eat, no candy, no cake, watch those
cookies, don't overdo it, just one
piece.  Don't be a pig, you don't want
to get fat, do you?

I sneak out of my room at 2 o'clock
in the morning, stealthfully tip toe
to the refrigerator.

I know how to quietly open the 
refigerator door, sift through the 
foodstuffs and find my target - the 
fudge plate, waiting, glistening in the 
mad refrigerator light, a beacon for me to cautiously
lift the lid that covers the prize.

I know how to rearrange the cut 
up pieces of fudge that wait in
its pristine state.  I take a piece
no, two pieces, replace the lid
and retrace my steps back to my room.

I bite into the confection and I love it
I don't have to share a morsel, I don't
have to apologize
I can gulp, stuff, sniff or just eat
tiny pieces.  I can be me.

Silent Stones

Silent stones guard graves
Of long forgotten warriors
Now resting in the arms
Of Mother Earth
Having returned to her
Weary and worn from
Senseless  war
Spawned by selfish pride
And self-centered desires
For power and domination.
Loss of youth
Loss of future
Loss of love.
What has been gained?
Silent stones.

Stormy Night

In the dark and stormy night,
I wander aimlessly through the forest.
Rain falls upon me, more tears to ad to my pain.
Wind shrieks in my ears  more anguish for my cries.
I'm lost, seeking entrance to a time and place that no longer exists.
I'm lonely, searching for a bright spirit that is no longer on this         plane.
My heart beats the tattoo, "What if..what if..", like the beating of a
      ceremonial drum.
My hands reach out to touch some etherial remnant fo the one I still        love.

                    Empty are my hands..............
                    Tears fill my eyes..............
                    Longing fills my heart..........
                    Memories fill my mind...........
                    All that is left................
                    Of a better place and time......