The Man Is A Poet

Apollo's paces conjures the mists, Upon the breeze these vapors blow, A light dusting in the sky persists, And travels to where wi...

Feel the endless light of stars, Pause, gazing into infinity, From light years away it pours, Into the unquiet parts of me. Standing...

Eyes fixed on the closing light, Not a breath betrays this fright, I dreamt once of safe and warm, And felt safety from all harm, Now...

A dizzy dance of vapor mists, And my heart sinks, painted grey, Even as droplets off wind-gusts play, In rain sprinkled grass I rest. What c...

Of pain and blood — first cries, And breath and open eyes, The womb's safe walls now breached, As pixie hands, upward reach, Beau...

Silky huddle teams the stem, Seeping drift of sweet pollen, Fist-tight greed in morning light, Allures in hues of lovely sight. Orb ...

Silver follicles thinly combed, Over speckled brow kindly wrinkled , His eyes ever inward honed, Looking for memories long add...