Pierre Roustan

A Love Poem by P.K. Winterway

Photo by Joshua Earle on Unsplash

The truth that I could see serendipity
Did seem to be this stained, mundane ideal,
But in the midst of sun-kissed stars set free,
I see this serendipity is real.

I then begin to think with clarity,
Like crystal waters waking me from dreams
To wash the wicked sentimentality
That my life isn’t…