Yellow is the color of my daughter's hair

leaves in the autumn

and a stranger's stare.

It tastes like spring

and feels like the sun.

It's the energy of mischief

and un-had fun.

It sounds like her laugh

when she can't stop,

it's the color of her room

and a lollipop.

It's the epitome of happiness

no worry...no doubt.

It's the light of my love for her

when all other lights go out.

Bold, courageous, brave and strong....

it's the sound of her voice singing our song.

And when the world falls apart at the seems,

it's the comfort of hope

wishes

and dreams.

Cherienne L. Spangler

The scent of you lingers on my sheets.

I breathe you in as I sleep.

Even now you haunt my dreams

My demon lover with leathery wings....

Cherienne L. Spangler