Monday, July 21, 2008


As your portrait is drawn on the universe
The paint is only slightly mine
Yet the words, the feelings
Wondrously divine

May each moment of your life
Each and every year
Bring quiet whispers of
Music, only you can hear

Sounds of joy and happiness
Chords of magic from the skies
Imagine what you can see and feel
When you simply close your eyes. . . .

Bob Bevard 7-13-2008
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