“A soul…
Tossed and turned on the maelstrom of the world…
Finds what peace it can
in the deep embrace of sleep and troubled dreams.”
– Something I wrote long ago on a bad, bad night. Tonight is also a bad, bad night. Strangely enough, it was raining that night too…
“Your beautiful hair,
your face, lips, and figure –
all of these I love.”
– yet another thing I wrote a while ago
“I look down and see
children dancing in the dark.
This is my answer.”
A friend and I were talking about the meaning of life and he asked me the question above. My reply was this poem.
Creeping over hills
and sliding into valleys…
What hides in the mist?
– another golden oldie that I’m posting for the fun of it.
“I want to show you
The very best part of me
Twenty-four, seven.”
I found this while cleaning up some old emails. I wrote it to my lover – we’re no longer together.
I’m still looking for someone I with whom I can share this feeling.
You could look for years for just the right way to say something not of words.
The morning fog clears leaving a gray afternoon like all the others.
A (wise) man of two faces 