The wise old owl stands tall this way she can see it all From the top of the mountain to the valley below she will know Her misty eyes now clear As she sees through the veil *truth will appear

You could already be living the dream of another you  from a parallel universe.  Just  as you are dreaming another reality  another becomes your reality.  On the other side of the black hole we are the dreams of our ancestors.  They are our Creators

She collected men like hats, she would try them on see if they fit alter her personality for a day or two then, they sat on the heads of old teddy bears gathering dust.. One day she was a cowgirl, another a musketeer, an adventurer and just for something different *she covered her head completely

Tears stain my face, with sadness and grace I talk to you in my head, you know everything now. Is it peaceful where you rest? Or, do you toss and turn full of regret for what you have done. Death does not become you. I guess you know that now

For this moment everything is ok, child sleeping, dogs sleeping, cats sleeping. The fire is warm, safe,  flames flicker and burn like words, like song, like dance. In this moment everything is ok, you just have to breathe to live.. Words are like breath, imagine the first breath of words spoken, when all that was in a word. All is quiet in this moment of imaginings, the fire soothes my soul. My spirit moves with the flame.. I can see the fire spirits dancing, their essence is tamed but has a life of it's own.. Wild fire is tamed, just this moment *just for me