Comments about michael frost
The Wall Inside
a silver dawn approaching silently with a morning mist shrouding the days intentions,
a babbling brook whispering untold truths of far away places.
and i naked before the coming dawn stripped down to my bare essence.
the memory of a lovers sweet touch warms the core of my being and i am oblivious to the days early chill.
a mid-life crises swept away by a mid-life renaissance,
the wounded lion returned to his throne his majestic love restored by the mouse
and mine rebuilt by two small smiling boys with warm hands and open hearts,
whose innocence and sense of wonder have ...