Month: January 2020


hours became days
and days became water
vast oceans blue ending not

open horizons
to the lands of the mind
those lands that mem’ry forgot

there on the shores
which soon turned to mountains
here is where this life had led

beyond these green ranges
where great river rages
hold my lost spirit in stead


In roses bloomed the unspoiled youth
upon my cheeks before each line
writ themselves as broken truths
which saw the petals fell with time
and have the seasons now revealed
their histories carved deep like stone
memorials, in my face appeal
to those regrets I daren’t atone.
And so the glass I do regard
not with sadness, nor with cheer
that from that early blush I’m spared
and revel now as fits my years.