Why?

She brought forth true feelings

I can not say

Is it in editing

A cut and paste

Not here not I

She has a strange vibration

As if a hidden well there

Springs in time

In melody

It is something

In the melody

That catches my liquid eyes

Through open wings of flight

Little bird still observing

Keeps the world turning

Turning.

From the soft sounds of spring

Remember butterflys

In the summer time

It is clear

As a canoe on the river

Where there is no pain

On the river

With a dash of water

It is that beautiful

Going down stream

To the beatiful sounds of spring!

After a huge blast of creativity from the last few days it may have been transformational.

I really like blogging

Clearly

And see its vaste potential

It's not so much for politics

Or even opinion

More for life itself

Blogging is one of the only

Healthy online activities I know of

Maybe nobody reads it

But at least somebody will

So it is not a social game

I do it for the love of it

And that alone

Mainly.