Time Called Never

I have a need to write these of poems or just plain words, carelessly scribbled down . . . You be the judge. Just thoughts of thoughts and maybe dreams of crazy things that come to mind, most every minute of the day or night, like midnight dances on a lake with swans or flying midair in a balloon. Speaking to God and you of love and majesty like good friends often do . . . I ll bear my muse for all the world to read not caring if the verse is right; it s just something that I m compelled to do. Please enjoy.