Who?

I look for youyour sweet face gleamingon the very edge of dreaming,I seek you, yearningto believe,to knowthat you are real…that we are in a worldtogether loving,touching, laughing,waltzing on a harlequin ballroom floor,chequered black and white,smooth and perfectin a forest glen,beneath crystal skiesand lit bydancing fireflies… 2005 CL Redding

Love’s Not Always Pink

Love’s not always pink–It’s what you feel and livenot what you think.Sometimes it’s what you giveor are allowed to takeor nothing you can havefor someone else’s sake. Love’s not always song–its voice not always heardor clear and strong.Sometimes it’s just absurdand makes no kind of senseOr it speaks without a word,has neither rhyme nor tense. …

Who?

I look for youyour sweet face gleamingon the very edge of dreaming,I seek you, yearningto believe,to knowthat you are real…that we are in a worldtogether loving,touching, laughing,waltzingon a harlequin ballroom floor,chequered black and white,smooth and perfectin a forest glen,beneath crystal skiesand lit bydancing fireflies…