What stories we tell of love and dreams,
Of the broken crescent moon drowning
In trembling seas of loss and regret.
What songs we sing of life and death,
Of the restless tides mourning no-one
With the rhythm of their steady drum beat.
What poems we write of fear and gain,
Of the girl thieving a heart then polishing it
In the shimmering sunshine of her smile.
August 2016 (E)
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
