Stifled

It drives me crazy when I have the beginning of a creative piece of work in my brain, but before I can fully grasp it and develop it into something amazing, it slips back into nothing....           Stifled Will it be flowers or feathers or faries That take me to my imagination? Maybe all three…

Is it Still Me

       Is it Still Me The years have passed And Loves faded into gray, That's the way it happens, At least that's what they say. But in the first light of the morning, When I turn and watch you sleep I can't help but still remember The way you looked at me. Am I still…