Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

I Asked The Little Boy Who Cannot See

I asked the little boy who cannot see,
"And what is colour like?"
"Why, green," said he,
"Is like the rustle when the wind blows through
The forest; running water, that is blue;
And red is like a trumpet sound; and pink
Is like the smell of roses; and I think
That purple must be like a thunderstorm;
And yellow is like something soft and warm;
And white is a pleasant stillness when you lie
And dream."

How I Found Owl Prophet


Saturday, April 2, 2011

The Other Side of Me

It is not the most obvious side of me but there is some where a part of me that would survive in New York City on the top floor of a chic apartment building over looking the Statue of Liberty.

with My Little Friends.