Reverie

********************* This old worn out guitarwon’t let me go near as faras that beautiful winking star In the moonlight it seems I’m forever tied to dreams I find you in the morning light And in the moonbeams and the starlight of the night  ****************************** Love and cherished memories  are tied to happy reveries  of the days… Read More Reverie

When Life Was Young

********************* This old worn out guitar won’t let me go near as far as that beautiful winking star In the moonlight it seems I’m forever tied to dreams held in balance, life’s extremes I find you in the morning light And in the starlight of the night With this I know that all is right  ******************************… Read More When Life Was Young

At the Fair

This is just a short poem I wrote a while back when daydreams took me…., somewhere – the past…, the future…, just somewhere I’d never been before, and to dreams I’d never had, living a mysterious life never before imagined.  True fantasy! ******************** Another life, Another world, And somehow You were there. . Y ou… Read More At the Fair