The sunlight danced upon the dust
that settled in these empty chambers
A melody, ever so haunting,
sneaks on tiptoes through the hallways
colliding into sunspots left and right
tumbling in the weary house together
The two friends, far too long apart
have now drifted their bones back home
Their gleeful reunion was always merely
the return of joy to my heart.
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Old Words
PoetryA collection (and selection) of my old poetry. If you want to read some of my more recent work, check out The Magic Of Poetry, An Abundance Of Haiku or Bright.
