She was my golden girl Living near the sea I made the journey Coming down and down From my dark forests Crossing the streams Over the swelling hills Covered in golden grain Charting my path Through her fields Where no one dared walk No one but me Her gentle smile Bottomless blue eyes Could storm over Her face clouding Her temper rising None had survived Why she tolerated me I never fully understood But we needed each other In some strange way Opposites drawn together For a moment in time Quenching Replenishing Calming The storms in both Until we knew It was time Her fields calling her My forests drawing me Pulling apart Wistful hope Yet knowing It could never be
Larry Cornett is a writer who spent many years of his life writing design specifications, product requirements documents, and business plans. He yearned to break free and explore the words that flow when imagination is allowed to run wild. This newsletter is a collection of his work when his sleeping mind is allowed to come out and play.