There is no direction When every way is the only way That leads back to where we began A ghost, for most of our days
Tag: Free Verse
Forgotten
If my words were to Fall from you Scattered on the ground To be whisked away On an unfelt breeze If you’ve forgotten what this
Once, Was Summer
Meet me by the tree, the one from my youth Days spent climbing, swinging, longing, dreaming Yellow Jackets and an occasional sting Long summer days
Our Place
There is a walk I know, among the trees How much you always loved the solitude The dry, fallen leaves cracking beneath our feet An
Becoming
In this I have become Plucked from sanity’s embrace Ungrounding, unfurled Wrought from fever and disgrace In each step through Cinder and ash, my becoming
This Room
In this room, is one of four walls Where there once contained A great picture window I would stare as the sun shone through At
