Waiting for Luna
Winter night dark and brutalSkywatcher tremblesfor first love is hard.What lunatic waits to be jiltedby a girl he never laid eyes on? For Poets United
Winter night dark and brutalSkywatcher tremblesfor first love is hard.What lunatic waits to be jiltedby a girl he never laid eyes on? For Poets United
“Why words, when they’re so slippery?” Whisperings find me standing At the bridge — Squinting through light and darkness To see what’s left to hold as tra...
I thought of war and peace not the one of Tolstoy but self-limiting beliefs shying away from light, when already a black dot swimming in a white sea. To what le...