Requiem for a Poet
Words flow tonight
not from my tongue
but from the quiet embrace of
a muse who sleeps Continue reading Requiem for a Poet
Words flow tonight
not from my tongue
but from the quiet embrace of
a muse who sleeps Continue reading Requiem for a Poet
Today
such an odd word that
when compared with the truth of experiences
shared across the miles
capturing moments Continue reading Words
I can see that
which you have
buried
inside your soul Continue reading Pen, Ink, & Memory