Thoughts In The Sky

Crimsons and goldens is the summers sky,
The butterflies fumbling from flower to flower.
The hush quietness of my thoughts that race,
Hither and tither quiet's my hearts hurt hour.

Why I conjured up the long and the yearning,
And when you can join the lark on it's flight.
You will hear the bees in their songs serenading,
Straight up above to the sky's opened sunlight,

Spirit sensitive to impressions, to the unknown,
Paradises touched by with the unseen powers.
New contracts with existence are real soothing,
Bringing solitudes into our lives for our fathers.

The softness of the clouds, I lie down and dream,
And on that beautiful mornings sun I will fall asleep.
When the sun goes down I will walk the stream,
I can visualize following the rainbows mystic beam.

Written by Debbie Wismer.
August 13, 1999 ®