Clearwood Forest

YOU SEE MIST Heated earth Cool moist air You see mist Everywhere Where you see mist I see fairies Your outward sight My inward reveries. Call me odd Or weird or sappy Yet though I'm strange Call me happy. ©2019 Lewis A. Kocher

DREAM (TO) There are dreams that cannot be dreamed (And yet are dreamt anyways) There are dreams which should not be dreamed (Yet are longed for anyways) Is to dream to be what should be (Or does wakefulness show what must be) If life is but a dream (The dream can be a nightmare) But the dream may be life (As it should be…not as it is) (Or as it COULD be, but is not) Where is life: in dreams or awake If to love is to dream (Let me sleep) ©2019 Lewis A. Kocher

CRYSTAL MOTHS Such contrast, dark and light This evening as snow softly fell Flurries of white moths (Winged guardians of spring and summer) Without their accustomed season They softly stirred the air Nary a current from their crystal wings Landing as they will ©2019 Lewis A. Kocher

AND ARE THERE STARS and are there stars your eyes too and is there sunshine your smile too and are there roses your lips two and are there kisses i'm going to and is there love it's here with you ©2019 Lewis A. Kocher