To Sweets
I woke to a sky-lite of blue,
and thoughts of you.
I walked, grass all cover'd in dew,
thinking... still of you.
Warmed by the sun, like new,
and writing to you.
Sand, over my feet and thru,
just making something for you.
A message, and a white pigeon flew,
bringing this message " I'm here ", for you!!
Woody
November 23, 1997