fly on little wing

"well shes walking through the clouds
with a circus mind thats running round
butterflies and zebras
and moonbeams and fairy tales
thats all she ever thinks about
riding with the wind."

my oldest turns sixteen in a few days, and my nephew turns fifteen today. i remember those ages so clearly, and the possibilities that could exist when you chose the way to look at things, and people fit for the kind of magic you could make walking along side of you. i wish for them to see those fairy tales and moonbeams that their dreams are made of, and make them their own, always. this is for jules and drew.

little wing ~ jimi hendrix