“Some of it’s magic. Some of it’s tragic.But I’ve had a good life all the way.”
Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance.
A Poem
I had to write you a poemeven if I don’t know you,not at all.And all I see is a…
It doesn’t matterJust a matter of feelingThe feeling is of natureAnd nature is sensualHas sensitive credibilityTrusting is speculation…
Threshold crossings, black full moon, and autumnsun on golden leaves, new worlds unfolding,dawn arises…