a poetic dialog between Jaynell Masters & Peter K. Ligeski
Climbing HIGH in the trees of hopes and dreams
Ever so high do the dreams search
for the answers are trying ever so hard to be
sturdy so... k
like the mirror that shatters from
the past of despair, and
hopes and dreams are fully aware of those
cliffs and erosion
the trees s k with the knowledge
h of trees/of
branches b r ea ing like a
from the weight of hurt and loss of importance...
What can I say or do, except dream and mostly
hope? Or continue to
climb the tree searching with anxiety?
I have no choice but, I must
accept the d
n right truth t
face it and live up to it,
Yes, I acknowledge the hurt
and the pain
remember... the growth of the bud...
how it blossomed... ever so-
beautiful with such grace and pulchritude and a special
personality that is unlike
anyone else's, and
that special individuality of two in
the light of that glorious view that attracts the
heart of emotion, that enjoys the
the inside that has so much sensitivity and is
beautiful in the inside and outside of
his/her heart...A true feeling of joy,love,and
These stay in the air ...even when the wind is mellow.
The high trees catch glimpses of the continuous
jubilance that ha
ngs in the
air ... the air that d
continuously to breathe in the joys
seek to blossom with a gentle ....