For John: I Turn Around - 1978

Blue-eyed days' domain
brilliantly, defiantly directing
heat from a distance
very close.
You drive away
into the city,
I reflect upon
the kindest eyes
I have ever looked into,
the warmest brown.

I believe lapis blue skies color
comes second
after all these years
to the color of your eyes
and all I can see is you.

I have azure sunshine,
hot pearl days,
storms with thunder,
friends laughter,
dogs to dance my smiles,
music to embrace my spirit,
and the essence of summer.

Yet, I turn around
and all I want to see is you.

White Bird, by It's a Beautiful Day

White Bird
In a golden cage
On a winter's day
In the rain
White bird
In a golden cage
Alone
The leaves blow
Cross the long black road
To the darkened skies
In its rageBut the white bird
Just sits in her cage
Unknown.
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird
Dreams of the aspen tree
With their dying leaves
Turning goldBut the white bird
Just sits in her cage
Growing old.
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die
The sunsets come
The sunsets go
The clouds Float by
And The Earth
Turns slow
And the Young Birds Eyes
Do always Glow
And She must fly
She must fly
She must fly
White bird
In a golden cage
On a winter's day
In the rainWhite bird
In a golden cage
Alone
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly

It's A Beautiful Day was a band formed on a beautiful day in San Francisco in 1967, and was the brainchild of violinist and vocalist David LaFlamme. The debut album, the self-titled It's A Beautiful Day, was released in 1969. The band was a latecomer in the psychedelic scene, often considered to be one of the "second wave" bands that emerged from the San Francisco Bay Area.

The band's first album featured tracks like "White Bird" (which quickly became a hit song), "Hot Summer Day" and "Time Is". The vocals and violin playing of David LaFlamme plus Pattie Santos' singing drew a huge following in the Bay Area.

March 6, 1975

I am thinking of Richmond, Ky., and being there today with spring just days away. The warmth of the sun reminding me of the days there with David, on Woodland Avenue. We made trips to Boonesboro Beach, trips into fantasies, and trips into ourselves. I miss David today, and I think of him often.

David Carter, you steal my control, my rationality. You are so damn beautiful to me. I'll never know why I left you, and why I waited so long, too long, to come back.

I went to David's house today - Colleen was at the door when it opened. "Hello, I'm Sarah," I said. "I used to go with David, I just wondered how he is doing?"

"Your Sarah Goodwin?", she asked, knowing of me.

"Yes."

"He's fine - he'll graduate in June."

"Oh, well tell him hello for me."

If she only knew how I feel when I see David, she would not have been so polite.

I will try to find him still...

My Daughter 2006

My Son 2006

Conrad is on the right!