
Auburn leaves of Autumn. Saphire skies of blue. Ivory-cotton clouds. A hidden cricket's tune. Flickering campfire light. Dewy blades of grass. Beckoning crescent moon. A kiss which tends to last. Glistening beach-front waters. A dolphin's harbor- home. Encompassed by your loved ones. Time to be alone.
Take the time to notice, each gift that God has given. Smiling eyes unwrap them, as each new day has risen. ~ by Mike Furman
Tell me what you're dreaming, when you whisper in the night. To whom is it you're reaching, when you clench your pillow tight? Before you close your eyes to sleep, is it my face you see? When awakended in the morning, are your intials thoughts of me? For whom is it you're searching, when there's no view outside; When you're staring out the window, in the darkness of night?
Could it be me you're thinking of, when your mind is in a daze? Will you keep that candle burning, thru the dark and lonely phase? I'll return again someday. We'll walk along the shoreline.
I long to be the one, in quest, your heart to find.... ~ by Mike Furman
Dawn arises, sun ascends, to kiss the morning sky. Whispering winds escort the darkness, with a whistled lullaby. Daisies to discover, a morning crisp and new, blosson for the sunlight, quenched their thirst for dew. Misty fog projects a rainbow. Tranquil pond reflects the sight. Curious mallard takes a plunge. Pursuing chandeliers of light. Posted roosters encore. Treed songbirds chirp with praise.
God defies with splendor, the dreadful thoughts of Mondays. ~ by Mike Furman

SWM- Mature, self-supporting, 38 years young. Physicaly fit- 5'9", 168lbs, freckled, brown hair and eyes.
Any adult person not affiliated with DOC who is genuinely interested in writing.