Roy Storey Poems

Millions of
dreams slip
down the tube.
As the world dies.
...

Wondering through
the ways.
That lead
to an end,
...

They have strange things
to tell
the people of sandmodo.
Of our journey from life,
...

Start your car
and think of me.
Black death ridding free.
I will kill your wife
...

Falling
clear waters,
sunlight
casting shades
...

Still waters
where the river
flows slow.
Where the sunshines
...

The girl was
drawing water
from the well.
As the horses
...

On the edge
of dawn
between night and day.
Where the dreams
...

A lazy day
by the river.
Sunshining
casting dappled
...