Category: Poetry

  • Drifting

    I’m still running low on exuberance, wasting youth in suspended motion. My yearnings remain unchanged and the outcomes fail to please. When thirst is unquenchable because you have made it so And it seems the Moon no longer responds though you ask her where to go.

  • You

    Let me ponder your silhouette all that was yours alone, which now is ours Stand before me in the flesh with wine lips, trembling, whispering professions of eternity A glance from your eyes overshadows the mundane The only perspective that matters You.

  • Breeze

    I watch the wind blow Surroundings fade to Blissful nothing like My mind on days Void of you here