What a hopeless phrase. What a terribly, terribly hopeless phrase.
On the Sill
My heart gets away from me sometimes No, I'm not talking about love Nor apathy, nor hatred Simply this: Have you ever had a dream One bigger than you thought you'd ever think One that makes your heart race so fast, you figure it surely must be It Ah, that wonderful It that is so... Continue Reading →
Ever On the Wing
And there it goes, my flight of fancy Off into the wind, ascending well above my reach It acts like a dream, only in reverse Though I've never considered myself sibylline My back side held fast to my seat As I imagine the clouds above this opaque ceiling Shifting shapes in tantalizing transmogrification It is in... Continue Reading →
December Rose 