Time Framed
Today I hike Remembering old girlfriends they are doing well thank you their mothers now gone resting peacefully, proud Worrying
Tag: memory
Véra
Life can be so Nabokov
Aerie
Flying over, gliding numb on time that has no when
Bittersweet
A sip? Please a drop? That I might know once again. Your taste. In my tears.
Summer Afternoon
draft a silky breeze, hitch your skirt and go
Dream
Fly as high as thought will bear Weight will lose its greed and share Faith to sail beyond imagined walls
Dead Friends
The sun sets every day I am sure So why I wonder does this one pass me by? Demons long