As I sit here tonight looking at my stars, a friend’s beautiful words echo back at me .. “It seems like a dream I was young once and cut winter wood and listened with the black dog to the wolves sing in their crystal palace in the hills”…
The skies appear to be black velvet and I see strange things, lights that appear and as quickly disappear. There is so much out there I don’t understand and won’t in my lifetime. But there’s always the next one. Dreams keep me young and in them I still run and cannot feel my feet, so light they are and I am filled with happiness.
Thank God for dreams…. without them we would be nothing.
copyright Es-tee Miller
“May the stars carry your sadness away,
May the flowers fill your heart with beauty,
May hope forever wipe away your tears,
And, above all, may silence make you strong”…Chief Dan George