I remember Telluride, Denver, and Estes too - I remember alpine lakes and vistas grand - Aspen trees and paperback reads - And brimful coffee cups clutched in hand
poem
Somewhere
Somewhere there's an angel with hair as dark as midnight skies; just a little girl who could light the night with the starlight in her eyes. Somewhere she is waiting, because her heart beats all alone. She waits for the man who will take her to the place she's never known.
The Mad Puppeteer 