Happy Valentines day to all my visitors and especially to my mentor, my best friend, my husband Ed.
A lthough he wasn’t Johnny Appleseed
He climbed an apple tree for me.
A slip of foot, tossed him to sky
And we both found he could not fly
I am not the love of your life.
And neither are you, mine.
Illusion is an outcast we both leave behind.
Now we dare embrace the reality we find.
The chameleon crept to where he resides.
He hides in a crack in the wall,
The place his identity is unalibied
And his true colors are recalled.
Heaven is the place …
Where the harp string never breaks in the middle of the concert;
Where clumsy fingers never strike the wrong chord;
Where we can walk barefoot and our feet never stumble, step on a thorn, or stub a toe;