Young men

The motto of the afternoon Is daylight through the wind Where others who need to absolve And build a love within Within itself – where solitude Is clearer than the day And yet – when night-time lends itself It’s more than what’s portrayed In mirror – one’s reflection sought Is hindsight in one’s soul That … Continue reading Young men

Unfurled

Into the world of willows weeping I wander   wondering   when or where I will smell the salt air   exclaiming;   so long to bewildering scenes of why   declaring;   yes, we share in the lover’s cry   and under those willows we can be seen   gazing and sharing and caring … Continue reading Unfurled