Long before my journey began,
four years and two months ahead,
A long-lived poet was dead,
sorrowfully, with a pen in his eye.
He told me the world he saw was changed,
but he could not tell why.
“My right eye has nothing left,” he said,…Continue Reading...
The stars stopped glowing
Yet the sea keeps roaring
“Piss off!” Said the man by the shore
“You’ll never know what the silence is for.”
For the lingering sands over the sea washed floor.
For the lonelies, for them all, for the flowers on the wall.…Continue Reading...