Thursday, August 27, 2009

Perhaps,

Life is too short,

to make out...

what could have been

and what did not...


Liberties galore,

The world at our feet.

Why would we still want,

to our childhood, retreat?

Loneliness Celebrated

The lonely day is now my friend a lonely sigh, gasping for sound a lonely tear to cool my face as the wheels of time, come a round. ...