Author Archives: W. Wayne B.
I am watching the afternoon pass by. My sisters are here and we laugh. I have had a day full of joy. The drifting clouds are darkening. The full moon will be setting soon. I am ready to rest tonight. … Continue reading
I sat alone in a simple park. People wandered by and they smiled at me. They laughed in their walk through the garden. Beautiful flowers filled my nostrils. Their scent brought me to a place of peace. I looked around … Continue reading
The day began with the morning sun. That reliable star rise from the sea. An invisible road guides its wheels. The sun knows its proper place. An illusion of motion denies its stillness. It flies with a peace I do … Continue reading
How does a library dream? When its volumes are reviewed, words leap into waiting souls. The library is filled with knowledge. A novel stands next to a book of songs. Book bindings are colorful and strong. AFter the lights go … Continue reading
That storm is approaching rapidly. The vision of its fury is formidable. I see people running away. Clouds descend and I see them no more. I wonder what my fate will be. Should I hide from the danger in fear? … Continue reading
I walked along a busy street alone. No one I met felt my needs. My heart was trapped by a remote memory. I longed for a return to my home. I could not imagine how to escape. I had no … Continue reading