Nebraska Artists and then some ...

in my dreams of yesterday you stand before my eyes you smiling face . . . your laughing eyes . . . I feel your love today as I did yesterday I feel your arms about me gently holding me intertwining . . . locked in our love your lips are on mine burning with untold words and feeling love's fires burning in our breasts filling me with that wondrous ache of love now . . . the empty days and empty night cling to my very soul leaving me alone with yesterday's love ~ art by Nancy L. Young-Houser and poem by Sandra S. Marquiss picture owned by Cassie Houser

Art by Nancy L. Young-Houser

how often we wish our lives away wishing for this wishing for that if only I was one year older if only I was one year younger or maybe ... not any age at all must I work so hard could not the week be shorter or maybe . . . not work at all if only I could be richer if only I could be wiser or . . . just a little happier wishing for more getting less wishing for yesterday not liking today but always . . . wishing tomorrow away .  ~ work by Nancy L. Young-Houser and poem by Sandra S. Marquiss 

  adrift upon the sea of forgetfulness floating, drifting . . . in an endless swirl colors are so vivid brighter than I've ever seen before spinning in my head green, blues and reds fading, fading . . . into the depths of darkness covering my world in an endless abyss I see my fate written by the hands of death my future lying there impressed upon my raving mind dearest death . . . standing there so close to me I feel your dreaded breath upon my shaking spine sinking, sinking . . . back into the sea engulfing me, I cannot move fear holds me every so tight your haunting laughter makes foolish mockery of my life I must stop this hellish nightmare for fear I will lose my mind floating, drifting . . . away from the sea of forgetfulness back to climb the cliffs of time. ~ art by Nancy L. Young-Houser and poem by Sandra S. Marquiss 

  a bugle's tune is playing  and its playing just for me six soldiers carrying me to that final resting place I saw my mother's tears down her sweet small face I wanted to smile at her and say don't you cry, my dear I went to fight for what I thought was right perhaps I was wrong but I would do it all over again  I would go fight to have a life -- by giving my own life  ~ Art by Nancy L. Young-Houser and Poem by Sandra S. Marquiss