Sharing...I don't know why.

Saturday-morning...clear and sunny, and it should get into the 80's today! (an aside... Hi Chris!) I have photos to shoot and work on...so not much time to play today. Have fed the squirrels and birds, put the California seaside continuous looping DVD into the player...had my coffee and such. Am posting this photo of little Gannon and me. It's been at my computer work station for eons, as is the one of Ari being eaten by a starfish..will post that one later. It always feels good to share something here in this sweet blog space before I start work...sending it out into cyberspace in combinations of zeros and ones...I don't know why.

Rockabilly Swell

I had a sweet dream,
he was Rockabllly swell,
I could only reach that far,
far enough to hold him,
my arms wrapped around,
walking arm in arm.
I asked if he had any idea of how much I loved him,
he answered he had made a mistake and then I ran,
not wanting to hear him with regret,
wanting only to hear he was happy now,
no longer in pain.
I had a sweet dream,
he was Rockabilly swell,
Time reminds, does not heal.
Other contact,
remember being in his fire presence,
I try to reach that far,
talking and calling and waiting,
for another hipster taste
the door of sleep
opening inner worlds,
all jive as we wait.
Is he with Joe & Joey, rockin'?
with Johnny walkin'?
No time passing, no time there,
The sweet dream world of crazy,
no harsh corners and surfaces,
fluid being, wild dancing,
all things new, thought creating,
colors making sound,
our home.