Monthly Archives: April 2017

Hand on left 

with hand on right, 

so land ends

with water blue. 

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Are we not all men at sea,

hoping to move.

To spread our sails,

on the feel of a breeze.


You had gone and truth I had yet to say. 


Lightning piercing a distant hill,

stormy skies here stir a wonder.

Roaring winds coming to a still,

stood in silence after thunder. 



Seeing deeper 

into a 

mellowing glance.

A hushed, 

tint of slumber 

falls on a path 

crossed by chance. 


Held

Sun sets on a 

promisesless day, 

held in hand

the fulfilled promise 

of a stay.


Reaching for perfection

from the flawed,

the less than perfect

now far from reach.