Pick Up Your Feet
The taste of the dream like fudge on my tongue. All of it gone, the dream of us. Where does...
The taste of the dream like fudge on my tongue. All of it gone, the dream of us. Where does...
There is my home, the setting for my days and dreamings. From out here in the night the view...
The earth enfolds me in its family. In the morning I see the waters of the lake, and my seeing...
from The Music of Dolphins, a novel by Karen Hesse A big home where all the time is singing and touching...