A 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 . . . Ill bear my muse for all the world to read-not caring if the verse is right; its just something that Im compelled to do. Please enjoy.