Admittedly a mistake, I left the Patio door wide open. The Autumnal wind still full of Summer brought the curtains to Life; the dance of one brought my Mind to a halt. Baffled I sat there Wondering, where did it all go, the Life now hardly remembered. The Moments lost in the forest of Wicked witches, the blossom honey A windfall from the gods Undesirable.
In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.
