Away I Did Fade Poem by James Comerford

This is a real poem. This is the kind of poem people used to read regularly. It is too bad that either poets have stopped being creative or decided that such has no value. I find tremendous value in this. I may not even fully understand it on first reading, that is a negative. But, in this rare case, there is just enough clarity here to find it in relationship to life or dreams. Both, take you to the same place. That, is the key. GW62