[Soaring Feather]

I would hope my muse
can give me something
I can use
And not turn on the blues
cause I think I paid my dues
Maybe I wander in the dark
looking at life as a lark
but my heart doth know
this ain't no Broadway Show.

[Soaring Feather]

I'm not made for straight lines
I zig and I zag
I don't do no stinkin' rules
oh yes, I'm very bad
a born rebel under
Cancer's sign
a Moon Child born
to live her live in rhyme.
To dance with fairies
in the night and ride
the Dragon Fly in delight
and love the dance of
loving life
and making rhyme
at twilight!

bentfeather