at night she speaks
at night she speaks to me
through dreams of better days ahead
I awake and make my plans to match
by dusk I doubt
she ever was
sincere
Poetry Drafts
I fathom not
Oh Hellas, the face I see before me
such beauty,
its simplicity evoking my darkest fears
though humbling as it be
I fathom not how I can proceed
to meet the morning
without her
near
shiver
the desire
youth
the vivid image
lost
a warm beach / cold water / manhoodboyhood shrinking
thoughts of
them
no longer linger like they used to
shiver
I am ageing, with rapid pace
but you cannot tell; never
from this baby face
I wear,
youth I portrayBut truth be told
my heart be young
in innocence I walk
through life
thus showing my true age
plainly
I reveal more
than I would like
clearlyWishing the old adage was true
certain features only come with age
I still await the day
my looks reflect
my age
certain features only come with age – 19/8/2017
I would be poorer growing up today
I feel a bit sad
for those growing up today
constantly glued to their tablets,
missing out of the amazingnessness
surrounding them,
In the back of their car
not seeing the mountains and lakes or
the relics of olden days,
farms, and ruins still standing
Never feeding their curiosity
thinking where does that road go
Can we make a detour
To find the hidden gems
I know I would be poorer
without those experiences I had
growing up to be
who I am
The Wayfarer – in silence speaks
I was gifted with more than one
As if one would suffice – I ask
How long could one last
the ticks of time grows longer
the creaks in the floorboards
only matched by your
rattling joints
One was cold – distant
Another warm – touching
One spoke of gift as good
Another saw poison – a marriage
One stood out
Another cared not
When all the pieces are in place
The picture nailed to the catafalque
You can say
I knew him – and all his ways