Tuesday, September 13, 2005

constellation

the little girl sat, with consternation

staring at the

constellation

wondering, where, how far

was her shining star

to take her far from here

a land so full of fear

the years passed, she sat glum

the star it did not come

the sky was dark and gray

she could not get away

but one day there was a light

maybe she'd be alright

moving closer to the beam

as she approached her dream

 

 

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greetings! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance.