Take the

colors from

my hand

pink jelly bean

blue jelly bean

red jelly bean

white.



fill your

taste buds

with rainbow

delight.



shadows

run away

from your

eyes and

tears no

longer swell

from your

sorrow.



lay back

on a hill

and chase

pillow shaped

animal clouds

across the

sky.



and I will

sit with

you and

talk

and listen

to all the

dreams you

dream.



I will

give you

peace and

understanding

in all

the questions

and doubts

you have.



pink blue

red white.



I will be

here with

you tonight..

In a moment

you vanish

like the morning

dew,



suddenly but

still,



I feel your

moisture

on my face.



the presence of

your well

being.



and in

the dark

places that

sometimes

you sit,



though I

cannot find

you,



a prayer

is just above

your head.



a thought

for you

to wrap

your dreams

around.



and all

that was

before is

now a

reflection

of the

sunlight

in your

eyes.



and it

is a calm

and carries

the salvation

of  the

twinkling

of an evening

star.



may your

sometime tears

dry,



may your

broken hearted

moments mend.



and above

all may

I be the

one to

find you.



in the

moment after

come to

heal.

(this poem is for when you might ever feel blue )



The moment is

incased

in shattered

glass

in your

head,



a memory

you wear

like cheap

clothing

torn and a little

bit tattered

for all

to see.



it keeps

you a

prisoner

in your

days and

nights



like the

sour taste

of a

spoiled

apple that

you can't get

out of

your mouth.



or a grapevine

broken from

your heart

that can't

find another

to take root..

within.



in moments

like these

I think about

you in

clouds,



and send

you hope

and dreams

to look

forward to.



and cool

pillow thoughts

to lay your

head upon.



you are

not alone

look up.



in clouds



we are

there.

an ugly

innocence

yes.



but a

innocence

to be

born

again

just the

same.



the slight

lifting of

your face

to catch

a smile.



the pausing

of a moment

to let

the sun

radiate

your face.



a whisper

to yourself

you are

an angel of

the stars,



to the

evening

canopy of

black.



but they

are all

still

there for

you to

dream

and wish

upon.



to take

your breath

away.



in the

joy and awe

of a

moment.



when your

soul

holds still,



and the

universe

can be

found

beginning in

your eyes.



and you

smile back

in return.

In the

morning when

I first

open my

eyes,



could I

once see

your calico

smile

before me.



gift of

a gypsy



your eyes

the depth

of an ocean

still.



I sit

before you

writing these

poems to

you

as  a debt

that I owe

to you.



words for

you to live

by,



in all of

my dreams

that surround

you.



and the things

that you

have loaned

me are

simply

these words

to you

that I write.



in comfort

for your

solitude a

blanket to

wrap around

your head

and heart..



and in

the redemption

of all

things tender

and righteous



your jelly

bean smile

graces me



and suddenly

the universe

is a beautiful

place.....

Like fallen

leaves

you come

circling

down to

me,



under grey

skies and

broken

wishes.



and I

wait for

a word

not really

needing a

explanation,



of who you

are what

you dream

about.



just a

moment

in time

of you.



and hope

is a rainbow

in your eyes,



amid the

chaos of

doubt and

expectations

in your

life.



and I offer

you jelly beans

as a

surprise in

hope and trust

that you

will smile

with me

someday

and dance.



such are

the great wishes

of small

poets

that meet

along the

great road

of life.



and in any

day of

mine I would

say it

has

been my

greatest honor

to sit

under these

smoke stacked

colored skies,



and daydream



and write

to you.

Beautiful things

don't ask

for attention,



such is

the nature

of how

you are.



within the

darkest fabric

of your

minds night

lies the

rhythm and

reason

of who

and what

your dreams

will become..



the answer

to your

questions and

doubts,



and the banket of

uncertainty

that sometimes

you cover

your heart

and eyes.



all these

pieces are

you scattered

on the floor,



like so

many pieces

of a broken

window

that you

don't want

to look

through any

more.



and so I

sit here with

you,



and whisper

to the forest's

song.



between your

thoughts

and gentle

offerings.



wanting you

to know  

one thing,



how beautiful

you are.