Confession of a Man........
Where lies the reason ......who could've
predicted the cause
Of clouds and questions on our horizon
does this new wind give you pause
The hours have grown heavy the
moments seem way too long
The melodies have left the music
does the beauty leave the song
Passion was never mine to give
mirrors .....I hate mirrors now
We were in love with the idea
of love .....yet what if love doesn't show
Poetry ....my reasons for wanderous scribing ?
simply to create a bond
Touch me now and I'll touch you.......
to carry us into the beyond