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