When I look up into the sky
So full of creatures that do fly
Where images that catch my eye
May mix with clouds here passing by.
Imagination can’t restore
What it is we are searching for
That special something most adore
A secret gift behind each door.
The world is full of guile and guise
Beneath the sea, above the skies
We live in times of great disguise
Truth is hidden amongst the lies !
Claire V. Bogdanos 