' ' ' ' ' Follow My Heart

'Yes! ' I thought ' I will remember...' how to get back to this place your laughing face a bird writing on the sky with the caligrpahy of its flight this passing cloud shaped like a heart now breaking up into Rodin's THE KISS the laughter of kids entangled in trees a slight breeze saucily lifting the hem of your skirt as if examining the workmanship of it. Suddenly the wind's a tailor? The sea's voice whispering far off 'Come & see... come & see! ' like a shy hawker at a carnival. One little brown knee placed delicately over another little brown knee your skirt like surf crashing over it. Yes I will always remember how to get back here follow these directions follow my heart.