My life
My love
My wonder
My star
My ember
My spark
You left to follow the light,
but now you leave me in the dark
YOU ARE READING
painted poet
PoesíaWhat memories give me grief or gratitude, Tempts my firey attitude, comes to my mind In the wee hours of night Or of the mornings first blinking light, The second edition to my collection of fragments, pulled together like bits of stained glass, ...
my lost beloved (for Marco)
My life
My love
My wonder
My star
My ember
My spark
You left to follow the light,
but now you leave me in the dark
