I so loved it when the wagons circled
and we all met at the camp fire
Circles within circles
I joined all the travelers
As our minds and bodies tired

And when the daylight turned to darkness
the music drifted my way
Lonely lyrics touched my soul
And a cowboy smiled at me
as he began to play


Falling stars hit the ground
And revealed a distant tribe
Moving closer for the music
Staying distant for their pride

From the darkness came an Indian child
And she was not afraid
She danced by herself until the fire faded

And the wagontrain applauded and laughed the night away
Then the child spread her wings and flew

When the darkness turned to daylight
The wagons rolled around
We stared into the heavens
but were firmly planted on the ground

The wagontrain threaded through the canyon
and the angels never made a sound

My friend Steffi keeps sending me these great optical illusions....A painter creates a more beautiful world........Does the world then come into existance or is it a delusion? A writer creates visuals when filtered through the minds of his readers the possibilities are endless..... Does the poetry sound better with the images?...The walls look better with the images....Do the right words create the feel or if the images change does the meaning of the words transform? Does fiction become fact when the words and images meet? Or is it a delusion?......Does Colo need some sleep or is it an illusion?

BEFORE


AFTER


BEFORE


AFTER



BEFORE

AFTER

BEFORE


AFTER

Simple bricks transformed on simple buildings to reveal an illusion or an artists vision.

REDECORATING.....

Do you hear me knocking at your door?
Do you see me just across the street?

I am not sure what happened
But I feel you are to blame

Did you hear me crying in the wind
Why did you turn away?

I really never said I'm sorry...
I'm not sure that I am

I look back from a distance
I wish I could return again.

So my heart just keeps on hurting
tell me what I can do

I can only feel this pain of mine
I can't explain it to you

My anger was there all along
You just never noticed until I was gone.

Well they say the truth will set me free
But now I am not sure what is true

I do not mean you any harm
I am just traveling through....

In the face of a woman watching children play

In the eyes of a man with nothing to say

In the act of a hero standing his ground

In the music of a lover dancing around

In the heart of a friend who won't turn away

In the flow of the river at the close of day

So even if I see it no more

I know that I have seen love before....