Nothing ever held me
as firmly in place as the gaze
of your scintillating eyes.
The hope that woke
in a soul I had thought
dead and buried
in a grave of long-held cynicism,
that hope came from the way
you saw and spoke such truth.
...
,,,but I know one day
you will merely be my past
and I will love another.
YOU ARE READING
Sweeping Winds and Rainbow Beginnings
PoetryThese are a few of my poems. I would prefer to take my time and try to sort the better ones out from the rubbish so it might take me a while to collect. I hope you can stop by and enjoy a poem or several. In poetry (good or bad) we express something...
