December, daring to dream, thrusts itself into existence

The wind perhaps is most perceptible when we speak of change, blowing empty thoughts to keep my glass refilled-- somewhere, someone's heart beating for me, cares. And when I sense you must be there, my pulse quickens-- I would've followed a prettier road but that would've left no chance of meeting you, trickling slowly down … Continue reading December, daring to dream, thrusts itself into existence

November Dawn: Of ripeness, and colour and time of propinquity

Morning thickens around us, like verses, full of meaning as clouds consumed with thought are kissed a brilliant white, and I, in deepening admiration surrender to conversation rapt in the poesy of your philosophical being, perhaps I belong to you to what seems lost but is a gentle remnant unfound-- I listen to your words, … Continue reading November Dawn: Of ripeness, and colour and time of propinquity