Through the eyes of a child
skin is just skin
and speaks not a word
of the person within

Race is what happens
on the playground

.

Wishes come true

On a falling star

Things are not as bad

As they really are.

Hero’s stand tall.

They never grow

Looking through the eyes of a child
what wonders they see.
Playful fluffy clouds
foreign to me.

Every sparkle and glitter calls to me.

All the colors of the world,

Dark and bright.

The difference of day and night.

Balloons

The Ocean In Her Eyes

when I stand
where Earth meets Sky,
waves reaching the shore
to tickle my toes
I am bespelled
and