oct 27 2006 — Tuesday,
poem with no name
chrisp is the breath
of night
sky of deep distance
lay foggy shadows
on my memories...
the mind trips away from me...
taking my heart and soul
to distant lands...
into the dunes of wildness
into a pool of silver waves
to climb the crest
of galentry and long
be forgotten
by the day...
tossing
pushing
all that was,
into what will soon
truely be...
a shame of a
death in the soul
of who once i was.....
