Up the stairs and through the door and tucked away under the drawer – the mood of letters spoke A revelation shared with them alone in older days (before home phones) – the mood of letters woke Over time the mood would change – pages yellow (rearranged) – but one thing stayed the same Years … Continue reading The mood of letters
To others there is sunshine to me all there is is but a cloud they sense happiness and joy surrounds them yet all I sense – I sense is but a shroud I pull you in beside me you move further – further – you move away you tell me our moment will not come … Continue reading Fly
He travelled far and near with her to ranges and the ‘hood he asked for simple things from life and special things he could They spoke of places they had been and some to which they'd yet to stray they spoke of the milk and honey – yes - they spoke of yesterday Their fingers … Continue reading Inside
And when the sun stopped shining and the darkness bore a whole he wandered off – and when alone he’d ponder of the soul For without – would thought return or philosophy withdraw or walk the road less travelled on or fall beneath the floor The floor that opened when least expected and when least … Continue reading The dirt beneath the sand
It cannot be that I can see what others try to hide I will not let that I’ll upset until you lie beside For what is far and far beyond tomorrow claims to be Today I feign for what I aim is lucid in my dreams Gaze toward the far horizon – I hear the … Continue reading Lucy’s star
It came but in a whisper like a gentle moonlight swim It left behind epiphany a spring-tide seen within Outside a stranger world berates with anger in its veins Inside a softer world creates and cherishes the same A lived-in warmth of feelings leaves strength with those who share The summer's sense of malcontent replaced … Continue reading In a whisper
If one can sense a time (beyond) one soon will move toward if one can silence thoughts (held strong) one soon will journey forward If one can know when others fall and suppress intent to think and yet (in time) be clearer still and pen the page with ink The ink will tell how others … Continue reading If one can sense a time beyond
Three weeks had passed before I’d seen a semblance of herself she’d come to greet me from asleep she’d come down from her shelf She’d impart her knowledge and be seen by me – and me alone her music told of yesteryear I’d hear it in her tone She knew just when to stay away … Continue reading Three weeks had passed
The road walked I Its name Frustration – A panoply of pain And strolled all day The avenue – Of subterfuge and strain Anxiety drove untoward – The palisade of mourning Wanton disregard sustained Via gambolling and cuckolding The chariot perambulates Pray – blessed with new Beginning A world discovered Unto thee – to lose … Continue reading the road walked I
i walked the road to nowhere not knowing where to look whilst rooftop terrace by the pool heard silence from the throng i waited – waited – and some more bewildered (without leave) the road ahead a solemn black i had feared far too long and then it came – after event astonishment … Continue reading i walked the road to nowhere
sensualism 