charlie-walker

Recently I was reminded that friends come into our lives to let us return for a moment to our childhood where we can dance, play, dream, share secrets and create again.
For all of my old friends (yes Tribe, can you believe I’m calling you old) - thanks for letting me dance.
To my dearest and oldest friends the ”Fearless Five” : Thank you for always being with me. Your hysterical laughter has made me feel alive. Doug, Jan, Sue, Kathy and Dale. To Sue R. you’re one bad ass girl, thanks for connecting my soul to this planet.
Also, to my new friends who give us the hope of finishing old dreams and allowing us one more second to live life to it fullest this poem is about you and for you.
Always LuLu

Friends
I thought that we might dance
In the daylight
surrounded by leaves
that float and fly
like my mind
I would find the child in you
and release it
and make it free
so you could play with me
I know you
even when we don’t speak
You can hear me
In the wind
whispering quietly there ’s
more to me then others see
wonder
if you truly believe
how many times
you let me see
u
r
more skillful then you’ll ever know
secrets dreams
the ones we have
the ones we share
dreams
that link our souls
y
I often think of you
each day
when I want to run or play
My soul grows old all to quickly
Waiting and writing like a child in the sand
unspoken words that only you could understand
I will watch the waves walk in
And wash the sand
From my hands
Forever Friends

Well now I’m totally experimenting I did a very loose sketch and then just painted free style with no real thought of what or how i was going to do this. I like when I have control over pen and paint but I guess it’s important to not always paint what people expect. I love that surprise value to this.