Horizon eye
sewn upon
the circle past
round about
and drowned
in these
accidental tears
For you
happened here
without fear
for no purpose
I can put
a finger on
or understand
The wind
drew us to
a rendezvous
and a world
absent of us
until there was
something new
Now it breaks
a grand heartache
owing to
no other course
than the one
that brought
and stole you too
(July 31st, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
