where the writers are
the cottage,seen from across the cove,lake Damariscotta,Me.

until I no longer can see or feel or hear or think
I will search for that one I know exists
somewhere,in the vastness of time and space
unfolding like the daffodils now blooming,
the carpet of Magnolia blossoms paving the way
for the journey into my heart
to open up my plans so I can see
to open up my heart,so I will know
to listen to that slowly blooming voice inside
that points the way my dreams may lead