Eye from the Sky
November 5th, 2008 | Published in Dreams
Took this video on the flight back from Boulder. I wish I could fly.
Dreams
October 2nd, 2008 | Published in Dreams, Family
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
- Langston Hughes
It’s been about half a year now since mom has left. My sister found this poem written in mom’s handwriting on an index card, dated 9/15/94, something she probably wrote during her English classes at adult school. Since discovering this, the poem has touched and inspired me to follow my dreams.
Her softness
September 29th, 2008 | Published in Dreams
Her soft arms, her soft touch,
her soft smile, her soft kiss…
Bring me back to a feeling…
That seems to have been lost,
in the heap of rubble from shattered hearts.
