In steady silence, the sunrise sings
Light dances on a sparrow’s wing
The golden bells of tulips ring
Heralding the dawn of spring
poetry
Maze
Let’s begin at the end and then switch back
These seven years of days
Trace our steps between green walls
Till we’re outside the maze
‘Cause we know all we needed now
To twist our former fates
Time unwinds at every turn
It’s never not too late
Q.R.V.
At the end of the day, should your whimsy foray
To a place of indignity
You may step in direction of rousing affection
But it’s only Q.R.V.
Sundays
Sundays, he still gives me
Does he think that I don’t know?
For each one feels the first one
When I had to let him go
Grace
Force the future, think in haste
Hurry on, pick up the pace
What a willful, woeful waste
For slowing down reveals life’s grace
William’s Wind
William’s wind
Calls to me
Body in ground
Soul at sea
Where They Broke
The moon told me that he and she
Were never ideal company
She said the years, they needn’t yoke
And they’d be stronger where they broke
Dune
You, You
Always you
My sounding sea
My desert dune
Astray
Last night the North Star led me astray
And I found myself; lost in the Milky Way
It Goes
Yesterday it came in threes
Today he has no prose
Tomorrow could be poetry
I guess that’s how it goes
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