Category: Earlier Poems

Mid smothered sighs, beckon to wind smiles play around corner of your lips. […]
With memories of our beginning                 […]
The era of love is an endless lake a parable, a song, an […]
I pluck them between the hour of twilight breathing in their fragrance sweet […]
I observe an orb of pulsating light whispering to trees who were blushing […]
And I asked myself is this a dream one my lips should not […]