I don't feel like writing anything very often these days. Poetry especially seems to come hard for me and I'm not quite the tormented soul I used to be. Perhaps today was nostalgic or perhaps....
Time’s winds
Blow from dreams to memories
Then back to dreams again.
Billowing sails
Whisk us across an isle filled sea
As what was and what might be become
one.
Beautiful beach
And rocky shoal both call to us
Serene voiced and thunder’s roar.
Siren’s Song
Always before us leads us onward
Beneath this clouded sky of longing.
Precious day
Pressed by night on either side
As we swiftly fly before those winds .
June 19, 2014
I love it when you write poems.
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