A FISH CAUGHT ON THE CURVE OF THE MOON

  Love is a red Russian rose on the run, a bouquet to brush the blues from their burdens. Hope is his hand on her head in the night, taking flight as that blue bird darkens. But her moon was in Pisces and she was said to be expunged by her sensitive soul but in […]

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SONG OF THE SEASONĀ 

  Come behold nature; this beautiful blossom, breathe the berry, warm wind on the daffodil, Eden’s sweet sanctuary, bloom beneath a blanket of peace, a murmur through the mountain vine, prairie bright with ancient rain, thrive seed through sacred stone, He sees a song in every season, gentle garden, wild wind, listen, live, love.   […]

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THE DIRGE FOR DYING DREAMERS

So the seagulls sang As I sailed away And my future swam out to the seas, And the cormorants crooned A slow distant dirge As my mind swept to waves of memories, I remembered you there On the beach that day As your eyes poured torrents of tears, I had promised you then That one […]

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