Monday, March 3, 2014


Dreaming of brilliant blue sky over a sea of green forests.
Drifting with the warm wind blowing through fields of golden grain.
Rays of golden sun drift through puffy white clouds.

As I drift along I ponder if the blue I see the same blue you see?
Are the warm memory's I have, invoke the same feelings for you?
Is what I look and long for the same that you look and long for?

The world I see is different from the world you see.
Can two people see the world similar enough to want to drift together?

Will the wind ever blow us onto the same course?
Will I ever know who you are?

Robert Babiak - March 2, 2014