How magical their world must beViewed through the eyes of an opal childTo be innocent and with vivid color, seeHow magical their world must beletting thoughts run loose, soaring freedancing through life like a gypsy, wildHow magical their world must beViewed through the eyes… Continue Reading “Gypsy Wild”
“I am liberated back into the fragility of childhood.”– Jim Harrison She was a different sort of child, spending carefree days dancing alone in dappled sunshine red-golden curls bouncing as she sang silly made up songs.
“I’m quite tired of beating myself up to write. I think I’ll start letting the words slip out like a tired child. “Can I have a piece of pie” he asks, and then he’s asleep back on the cusp of the moon.” – Jim… Continue Reading “Living Left in a Right World”
To be a creative child once more dreaming of Rose the bright violet horse to skip and play, counting only to four hopscotching your way through life’s course.
Opal Child -Linda Lee Lyberg Born under a waxing moon With a fiery spirit in her eyes One look, her daddy swooned When he heard his baby’s cry.