My Heart (a poem)

It is not my heart breaking,In the dawn of a stormy mourn,Beneath gentle willows weeping,Lilies laid, solemn and forlorn.My heart is not breaking,It is no longer mine to tend.Carried away in the streaming,Lifes river stills for no one,All named precious are taken,Fate won't entrust in us for long.My heart is not breaking,I have nothing here... Continue Reading →

Five O’Clock Sun (a poem)

Five O'Clock Sun Video Five O'Clock Sun I am startled By voices raised,Angels, reaching Spires of my regret,Cries like doves, Flutter in shadows met,Sunlight shyly peeks, Through dustyWindow streaks Of my memories,Not as clear now As they were. Words we said, Drifting away,Your image, too Blurred to hate,I resist an itch To miss you inEmpty... Continue Reading →

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