As i comfortably lie in a rope hammock with soft, downy pillows
A cool breeze ripples across me and through the pussy willows.
Swallows swiftly fly in cris- cross patterns high up in the air
As if they were jet fighter pilots who had accepted a dare!
A sea of sunflowers sends their blossoms soaring skyward
Each like a sunburst on a stalk, hard as a stainless steel sword!
Thoughts of lost loved ones drift out of my migratory memory
Into my mind’s mirrored view as sensational, special reveries.
I hunger to be with all of them in Heaven with the Lady in Blue.
My lonely soul longs for release to reach out and touch them too!