Pure Love

Spread your arms,
Lift off
Rise above,
Clear the treetops.
I will meet you
Just below
The clouds. We
Will embrace,
Kiss each
Other. Our pure
Love, no
Strings attached.

Bubbles

On a sunny, spring
Day you might look
Outside and see
Groups of bubbles
Floating all around
The sky. They glisten
In rainbow colors in
The bright sunshine.
They are enjoyed by
Many, especially the
Children. Where
They come from is
A mystery.

It Doesn’t Matter

What matters and what
Doesn’t is a big item on
The mind of most people.
It’s something a lot of
People lay awake nights
Mulling over. Then it
Becomes clear for them,
And they can finally
Sleep by counting Sheep.