let’s listen to our shadow
for it tells us where we’ve been
or where we will be.
Tag: past
Sonnet IX – Presence
The ache which seems will never go away, one day shall flee like so much cloud and mist.
defying atrophy
look back at writings /
thoughts of yore /
and wonder where my /
mind went.
catching up
This is how It Is.
June 30
and now July can come to me /
my soul no more disjoint, it’s free
