It was a dream I had.
I woke up one morning
with the realization
that I had been elected mayor. Continue reading
poem
Dream, Interrupted
…so close I could taste you.
The touch of your skin
still lingered upon my fingertips… Continue reading
You Must Follow the Rules
The Call
Trees by lamplight
Water flowing
The silence speaks
it’s all-knowing
All I can do is to listen
and hope that I truly hear
her voice when she beckons me
now to draw me near
When I hear the call
I must go
I must go
So I go
(29 June 2013)
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