Built from great constellations and long forgotten rivers
I give you my restless poems without regret.
Yes it’s true that I’ve been on the move lately
and have little time to talk.
Stop what your doing.
Come a little closer to my poem.
Read it in the garden of your soul.
Wheres that you ask?
Rain And A Good Book
Rain has found my little cottage.
Cold air enters my living room.
My wife just gave me a fresh warm cup cake.
These simple things are all gifts to me.
A Womens Tears
When you look at me with tears
When you look deep into my eyes
How powerful is life
Thats when your soul speaks to mine
Sweet Little Bird
Sweet little bird
Where are you now?
You arrived in my eyes
With your sweet laughing voice