[Soaring Feather]

Getting Lost


Sometimes the world's a haze to me
what's wrong is right, what's right is wrong
nights take on ghostly shapes that linger till dawn
those are the times my sea house calls to me.


Lost out there in the sea, my bungalow whispers softly to me
come home, come home, sit with me,
we'll listen to the howling sea, on stormy nights when she rages high
we'll hold on tight you and I
she'll rant away the night's dark sky
we think we are going to die at sea in a watery grave
home to many a brave sailor of the seas.


The storm calms, her waves ebb in low tide
dawn offers promise of sun and calm seas
where nightmares neer rear their head
our gut is quiet, with steady hand
we reach out for the promise of morning
in our sea house, standing strong.


Soaring Feather 07.20.07

[NY Attitude]

Good morning Soaring Feather. What a beautiful picture and poem to start the day.

[Lady Jag]

Channel Masters Lighthouse

We glow in the undercast, Our reflections fleeting In mirrored walls as we dance. The music is reminiscent of yesterday, As we recall when time was, Climbing the 'Stairway To Heaven' With the O'Jays.. No generation gap here, The Lighthouse, Where old friends meet and New acquaintances greet. We share a mellow, special time Of candlelight on red table cloths. We toast today and tomorrow, Stiring us to tears as our glasses Clink a melody... I must return again! I was happy there! Come with me! Leave your cares behind. The Lighthouse... A welcoming beacon In the city wilderness. (A Club in Baltimore) 1983 Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

[MEG33]

Wonderful poems and graphics everyone!
~Happy Friday~