Saturday, January 23, 2016

Who are you really and what were you before?
What did you do and what did you think?


Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Slipping backwards into shadow.
Banished thoughts now closing in.
A kind word?
Water for a dying man.


Monday, January 18, 2016

Like a window I used to pass
Looking out on a busy street.
Small and dark, one of many;
No one taking the time to see.
Yet I turned my head,
I caught a glimpse,
Now I can't look away.
By purest chance I saw your light,
Your art, your poetry.