Final Stand
Silently we sit, staring down at the menu on the table, The gaze is firm, but the mind is not yet stable, In one quick scoop, our hands desperately grab, Holding down the menu, I let my modesty take a
Open Window
I open my eyes, with very vague memories of last night, And find the hazy glow of the morning’s soft bouncy light, The sharpening light throws focus on millions of particles of dust, Each particle resembling the fragments of my
Soulmates
They say people like us are already made for each other, How, we had wondered, since we didn’t know one another, Always the prankster, time sure took its own sweet time, Before agreeing it was time our little story had
Shadows of the Earth
Tall be the oaks, that tower above the forest, Broad be the oaks, that stretch east to west, Extensive, encompassive, everything below, they shield, Protective, predatory, not a ray of sunlight they yield. There was a time when each was
Resilience
They say it is the words that first cause such a thing, And that nothing quite matches the angst that words bring, Hurting in places far deeper than the skin, than the mind, And an equally acerbic retort, is the