in the house,
reflecting, refracting in
dark, musty corners
sleeping with memories of the past.
I trill of summer,
raindrops moistening my Earth,
reviving dusty terrain.
I play sunrises,
witnessed from exotic shores,
waving palm trees
welcoming day's arrival.
I dance shooting stars to wish upon,
leaping with each intimate goal for
the future.
I SHOUT LOVE
so that it may e c h o
beyond snow capped gray mountains,
against mystic moonlights,
only for it to return
a thousand times greater.
I think ocean waves,
ideas falling one on top of the other,
too big to handle,
too small to be complacent.
I breathe peach roses,
their odor a sunset,
vitality folded in each dew dipped
crevasse.
I love,
never ending melodies
in Latin, Spanish, sign language,
body language,
universal vernacular.
I sleep heaven,
blanketed in comfort,
bathed in illumination,
surrounded by tranquility.
I dream tomorrows,
fresh waking hours
to begin again.
I live today,
singing, dancing, playing,
shouting, thinking, breathing,
loving, sleeping, dreaming.
