So, dear readers. This poem insisted on being posted. It is an inside reference to a muse of one of my Bedlam Farm Creative Group friends. It may seem mysterious to some, especially the photo orb. But perhaps some inspiration will rise from pondering it.
There is a place
where nothing is impossible
Time waits
Forgiveness is free
Broken hearts mend
Hope is never lost
It is not somewhere over a rainbow
It is here
It is now
It arrived when Pigs Flew.
