When time stops yet flies Merry leaves go whistling by Minuscule barns and the night Moon mist from mystique skies When we wish our lives were so, Wasted dreams we ponder Left, right – nowhere to go, In pouring rain and thunder When the forests shriek our name And we have no answer Guilt ridden... Continue Reading →
Puerile Souls
Falling from an ocean star, Effusive as the morning Sun, Juxtaposing souls on an altar, Pearl clouds neath, we run Into a moonshine hue green, Amid a forest euphoric azure, Footsteps in amber unseen, A subtle but ecstatic gesture For minstrels to descend below And golden trumpets weave forth For souls in sonority... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 