When I’m engulfed in thepowerful silenceof moving memoirsI recognize her as Past.
365 Days of Poetry
The Very Thought of You takes me back
Pendulum heart swungHigh and low, just to escapeAutumn’s lifeless gravity
Words older than oaken spines
Held hostage by
Plumes of stifling envy,
They say once in a blue moon,
He poured a glass of Laphroaig 18,Aged and…
The alabaster sky, a canvas untouched.
I woke up to your horizon smile,