The eye's tell a story of memorie's and dream's, picture perfect moment's and those to be seen.
Captured in a blink and bottled with cloudy love, envisioned in a breath and felt with the beating heart.
As the present and unfolding future undoubtedly are told, as the past shape's and desire's new memorie's surly evolve.
The creator, the dreamer, the eternal believer's are, as delight's in the thought's of what's known could truly become.
For known passionately, deeply and oh so lovingly so, that dream's were white cloud's and the blue sky would surely glow.
For as long as one envisioned and spoke with holy word's, anything was possible in this divinely infinite world.
Beneath the moon's glow
where world's transform and
shadow's flow. Pale and wise,
whisper's secret's only the
star's do know, yet hide.
Sent on wing's and a prayer,
for now You know,
mircale's do happen,
this I do know, just never
give up on Hope....
Had a wonderful day today, my grand daughter turned 4, spent the whole day with her and family. Hope that Your weekend turned out to be kind to You, good night and sweet dream's. Hug's and smile's...
was a nice day humid but september around the corner/. tomorrow i go bowling then lunch with the seniors. my son will be by later its monday. have a good night.
