Poem by Kirt Michelfelder

Dreams are ever flowing like the wind beneath a tide
and so I live my life deep inside my settled mind.
Colors flash before my eyes and give me words of thought
so I go on and write my dream that therefor shall be caught.
When everything is crumbling down like branches in a storm
you must first find YOURSELF then give your goals a form.

       thanx hope you enjoy this        Kirt Michelfelder



Mon, 24 Feb 1997 20:32:49 -0600
"Kirt Michelfelder"
mitch@wingsbbs.com