
The silver light, which, hallowing tree and tower, Sheds beauty and deep softness o’er the whole, Breathes also to the heart, and o’er it throws A loving languor which is not repose.
Lord Byron
2022
The silver light, which, hallowing tree and tower, Sheds beauty and deep softness o’er the whole, Breathes also to the heart, and o’er it throws A loving languor which is not repose.
Lord Byron
2022
Poetry is the vision in a man’s soul which he translates as best he can with all the means at his disposal.
Paul Fort
2021
A last violent cloud of dust whirls round once before a thunderstorm, soon to be stilled for a long time.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
2021
I still remember those dreams of blood stained sheets
that marked my mind when you said you’d see me here
I awaited a train that never came
I can still remember the feeling
that haunted my world that summer.
You went with me to take photos on that cold November morning
The shutter snapped heavily at static statues
Apollonian figures on frozen ground
As you exhaled your breath marked the air
Your skin was as white as the frost
And there you stood
My pale angel.
Cold sunlight shined down into the cemetery
Where your deep beauty wandered through the trees
Both dark and innocent
And on the night that followed
We wandered through cold empty streets
The Moon light reflected in the river
As towers reached out into the darkness
Dimly lit street lamps illuminate dark eyes
Our longing for unity came down this
Burnt down by the burdens
Of my ignorance and pride.
Future faded and Prospects in ruin
And after all these years of silence
I see the years of hurt
And I hear of the pain that came
Long before our bleak reunion
meaningful memories begin to fade
and soon all will be forgotten.
Departed once before and soon to depart again.
Depart, return, depart again….