The Sighs That Remain Still Breathes Poetry to Me

What had become of my friends in this city of memories, Who laid hands to my life and spun delicate reality: Where now goes the eloquence of that wordy smith by the sea? What of that cleverly motherly poet-visionary? My dear brother, and his lovely wife, a blossoming fairy? The venerable old leader's quest, manic … Continue reading The Sighs That Remain Still Breathes Poetry to Me

A Reminder from a Crocus

An inconsequential thought often occurs to me, About the despair that proceeds the realization, That eventually comes to all of us, That we are, to be frank, but idle passing thoughts, Of a truly awful and grand cosmic procession, Whose fleeting lives can neither be confirmed nor denied, By anyone truly aware of the scope … Continue reading A Reminder from a Crocus