We are but pilgrims
traveling on this
journey
Leaving positive
...
THE CARAVAN
The caravan of life
moves slowly, silently
...
Your kisses
remain on my lips
my nostrils are
full of your
...
Just as our relationship
was beginning to blossom
...
As she ascended the stairs,
pausing for a moment. Standing on
the balcony reflecting on yesterday.
She turned momentarily, her eyes
...
Young Poets so naive
with pen in hand
spilling emotions
upon a page
...
The leaves in the
trees sigh
whisper your name
as they softly float
...
A weeping willow stands
looking out over the
waters
...