“Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to youIf you’re young at heart.For it’s…
Tick Tock
the sun slips out cautiouslyfrom behind the clouds
a yellow bag for a food bankfloating empty through the airthe beauty bestowedvanishing into thick air…
Rhymes belong in poetic formand so does time.The saxophone speaks a linguistic silence…
A Poem by Hans Cheetham
In a dream I had within a dream