Passing dreams
that surface
in the night
call our soul
They whisper
gentle things
'til we wake
and they fade
Reach back now
and find it
On these dreams
Lay your head
(December 5th, 2017)
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Post Modern Mystic
PoesiaPoetry 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...
