Red Satin Sheets
They say she was like red satin sheets
on a dark day
They say he was like the weather under them
and he adored her love
They were like a match made in Heaven
and a hurricane made in Hell
And they were full of a passion that
could only bring their tragedy
And when he lost her
he could never love another
red satin sheet again
I do what I feel impelled to do, as an artist would. Scientists function in the same way. I see all these as creative activities, as all part of the process of discovery. Perhaps that’s one of the characteristics of what I call the evolvers, any subset of the population who keep things moving in a positive, creative, constructive way, revealing the truth and beauty that exists in life and in nature. Jonas Salk
Maverick Mist 