Tuesday, December 22, 2009


On a day it would
Cease to end
Time stopped by
On a dreamful frolic

Duped by a blemish
Shining lies
A tiny speck
Flung ashore
Under the watchful guard
Of an idle moon
You wait still
For the tempestuous one
In a stormy quiet
Disarming eyes
Edging ahead
Of that proud time
And all else that is 

Or can be.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This is simply a beautiful poem.
In such articulated words you have given live energy to your words.Good luck.