your shadow begins to formin the distant memoriesof my mindlike the sense of rainamidst a cloudless skyor the forebodingof clear watersi hear you in the cornersof my dreamsunfolding like a songwhose words fleet and flickerthen fade in the stillness of dawnyou are on the edgeof a poemthe way my … [Read more...]

Unless I love youThe way I would have loved youIn kinder times,Love you with fireThat blazes all nightAnd dies as happy smokeRising, swirling with the lightOf grey mornings,Unless I love youThis way and all other ways,As if you loved me,As if we have met,and you are close enoughfor me to follow the … [Read more...]

“This is my program:Let us all weep.”--Kenneth PatchenThe world has not wept enough.Yes, we have cried for reason’s demiseOr reason itself turned cold and cruelWe have wailed for lives cut short,Or for hearts that beat without spirit,We have cursed each season upturned,The death of leaves, the fall … [Read more...]