Waxing Poetic Again…After Age 6 When I Was First Published as a Young Poet Child! ;-)

I stand outside in the cool night air,
With the gentle breeze blowing through my hair,
Right under the olive tree above my marble stairs,
And free and clear as far as the sea can see,
It just doesn't get any better than this,
It's a feeling I can't completely describe unless you are here, 
But I can't dismiss…
Pure bliss!
-- Me, tonight and right now