So standing here feeling lost, once again I fade...
Everyone around me vanishes and I silently slip...
Summer 1979-
I felt a heated sun soaking my...
Memories continue to assuage the longing
not to say goodbye to the days of youth...
Trotsky left freedom
of exile for the prison...
As I grow old,
the wind wanders...
Beneath you as you sleep
a ship floats in your aura...
My love, my life
For truly, you are...
T o my fellow poets, who
H elp me improve myself and...
You know -
I spend all day...
On the cusp of a dream
I found you...
We may be forget the name
Yet the memories redeem...
to be by your side
for so much (and yet so little...