Clouds
As I lay here the clouds
sweep by~The sounds I
hear are you, not I. Ah,
but to tell the reason
why?
A bird I hear sings and it
knows,
the reason why not~
A chattering still do
I hear,
when next to you I
am near~
My emotion so abundantly
clear. What then is
there to
fear? The thing we
call Karma~
If for you it is~It shall come
to this. ♥
I wrote this last week, laying by the pool, and the first lines came to me, and I had to write it down. The words they poured out so fast, I was standing up, I never got a chance to sit down, I scribbling like mad Jo March before I lost the words .
The photo is looking out the windows at Versailles and the vista that lays before it down into the gardens. From there we picnicked that day, with french bread, french mustard , french ham, grapes and wine under the grove of elm trees. Truly an amazing day. Summer 2005
