I succeeded in getting more poems in the mail. Today, for the next few hours I'll try to write something to music. It's a beautiful day here in Colorado.
A day of rabbits, wild in the yard, Alice chasing one down, down, down So she can fly away. There’s nothing left But a dream. The living walk to a strange conversation. The silence of the dead hums in the whisper of wind. I am awake and dreaming, all together indifferent to the past which haunted me ten years.
I believe in the soft wind, the bird chatter translating joy. It’s a white day, the sky a pillow on which we dream.