Stones seek truth in the light
Darkness reveals truth in the stones...

A poem begins with a spark
Then, glows in the dark...

A tapestry of clouds
Gathered like blue-gray smoke...

Flowers face the morning sun
Eyes blink slowly, and then open wide...

Thrones and thistles
Who are you whiskey whiskers...

I look I see, upon the earth
I feel I touch, a sacred place...

Why falling birds fall
Owl tangled in power line...

Wheat be thy flour
A dash of yeast...

Stars within stars
Moon without earth...

Wooden toy or boy
Pinocchio tells no lies...

Yes, words are
the magic elixir...

If words have fresh eyes
They shall search the poet's mind...