With tear filled eyes I’m left be… to walk in trance, still mystified… The rays of setting sun shine thro… as angel wings which carry you. Goodbye my heart’s eternal love,
His love for her was strong but st… a longing in his soul took him to where he could be free… but ocean’s take their toll. He never did return
Oh, why so many dreams bestowed in young and tender years, fall into drifting dust decay then sadly disappear. Are dreams to blame for broken hea…
Write me a poem she said from her… and tell the dark secrets that lie… Dig it all up from the deepest of… Tell in your poem what you’ve not… Write your way through all the lay…
Pretend not to notice. Pretend you don’t see. Protect at all cost your illusions of me. Don’t read what I write
Death transcends the toll of time. Stands beneath a smoke-filled sky. Spirits rise up from the past, row by row from first to last. Like silhouettes of lifeless trees
It doesn’t matter how the sun sets… nor how the clear streams flow. There is no joy in waves of grain or brilliant fields of snow. This world in all its glory
Even as the night has drifted softly upon me distilling its emptiness. So also has your memory in silence
Most people have a lot, most have a list of gidgets and gadgets and trinkets to buy. It’s just human nature
A song, a rhyme... just to spend a… I always wonder what you want from… Perhaps an act to show I care, a word, a touch, a longing stare. Oh, what I’d give to know what it…
The Gatherer and the Giver sat at… down at the village where they liv… At end of day as sun went down, th… as soul by soul they contemplated… They did this often for they knew,…
Holding all I hold that’s mine. A modern king. The gifts of time. Allot no grip nor means to hold. Today in grasp yet drifting old. Begotten days become as sand.
I’m wanting to see just what me I… I’m testing the water to test grav… I leap to the sky just to see if… I’m shedding my cover to find wher… I’m spreading my wings cuz I thin…
Granite grandeur draped in snow, soft whisper falls, clear water fl… No hand extends to measure time, no cares ascend, no worries find. For purpose fades into the still,
A million threads now woven, with no single thread ever reveali… what web it intended to weave. Each thread seemed a pleasure-friend upon its arrival…
