Three weeks had passed

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 […]

More than myself

Can I create more than myself And if I can, must I? Is livelihood (like solitude) About to pass me by? At times we associate With a view  – a sight to see A sense of fatal curfew – Of our own mortality Can I build a house to share – Must I share it […]