Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth.
Pablo Picasso
We Glide….
In the sprinkling,
Of summertime dreams,
I walk with you,
In clouds it seems.
Knowing movements,
Of tense or calm.
We glide through life,
On each others arm.
Sailing our ships,
We interchange.
Knowing our goals,
Will rearrange.
All in timeless,
Wind swept seas,
You know my soul,
We are at ease.
CAWatson 05/25/2009
You Should Fly…
The painted faced man,
He tipped his hat.
He asked me the question,
“Do you know where you are at?”
I said that I didn’t,
He started to stroll by,
As he told me that I should,
With a smile so sly.
He turned on his heels,
Said, “You should fly!”
I told him I would,
But, I didn’t know why.
He laughed a deep laugh,
Then pointed into the air.
He said, “Thoughts of great wisdom,
Are created up there.”
“No pure soul or poet,
Can stay on the ground.
The sky is the place,
That rings with the sound.”
He went on his way,
So, I went on mine.
Then I started to fly,
For the very first time.
CAWatson 05/25/2009
