A temporal vision

A temporal vision That’s what I had When I was a child I walked not as a lad But as a lord or a man Wandering, wistfully, blissfully tall Wild and mad, hand in hand

Lamenting hearts

Lamenting hearts will always break- Like, shimmering coals in the grate; But before they can honour this? They’ll burn with a simmering, kiss That they and their fated-

A distant kind of love

A dove calls her mate in the moon But a sea wind calls, go not to soon... For the night is young in circles new The waves are rolling deep and blue. So’ it is for you; the world was made

Life As A Movie

It stretches back behind me, this life as a movie. An ageing actress, clinging to a long-lived litany of postulating parts, and reversible roles. In the meager musings

In A Sense

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a quotation
Cherry

Horizons

Looking out the window On the long flight home I mentioned the flatness of the horizon You told me it was curved And accused me Of a lack of perception (Or perspective- I forget which)

YOUR FACE AFTER YEARS

I saw your face; It was lovely to see. Only this time, It didn’t mean half as much to me.

Why Don't You Just Bulgakov?!

http://www.abctales.com/node/546833 'Nuff said.

Erosion

Steps leading down to the river Down to the water where it rushes, Rushes over rocks smoother Than his smile. Her feet on the stones were light, Bare toes brushing the hewn Stone.

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