An Evening filled with humid air Is the setting of this poem As my heart reeled with romance to her That vile vision of an astounding angelic maiden Oh, how long have I gazed at her!

Sunset of deep december, a slumber for sweet summer A shining and beautiful dagger appeared as a lady; She was sublime like the gods of olympus; She shook the verge of the hole of my sanity;

Rakan Alrak never saw it coming...not until it was too late...

So my implied reader, are you still with me? Should we make this point a beachhead -- our base camp? Shall I put up a flag?

Chapter Three (Part One) Slowly the mechanical sound of the street outside began to whisper to the consciousness -- coaxing it back from the furthest reaches of a sleep like death.

A real work in progress - but one that has been taking a while. It would be good to get feedback on the opening.

A poem for my father who, after 30 years of marriage, left my mother and is now very happy

How simply I became lost. Directions and maps abandoned with the wink of a sharp eye that made me stop and clutch my heart for fear of falling.