Weaving a wand twisted Across the landscape old Where the wind blew west And she stood in white Awaiting the swans' lament To carry her to her demise To the haunting wonderland Away from the taciturn autumn A cold reprieve, a release From the shackles of guilt Of souls corrupted, souls split In despicable seas... Continue Reading →
Address Book
Strewn across yellow pages Are identities black and blue May one be the devil or the sage You are probably in it too! Unending list of friends and foes, It narrates them as if 'twere a poem Pages come and pages go For all the unknown, 'tis but a home.