Grazing like a horse within a meadow....
Taking in a breath of silence as I...
One thing I have learned
in politics and in life...
Every Afternoon at Four
Every afternoon at four o'clock...
Waves of thoughts
Making momentous ripples...
Moving bubble like...
Many memories
Of hot cocoa and sweaters...
Tis' a flower we have picked
"she loves me she loves me not"...
Sometimes I wonder if there is more than 3,
and if there is, I am less than thee...
Afloat lonely seas,
jousting radically heavy forces...
A rolling flower
It was smitten by the wind and on the ground...
Sleep, what's that?
As the Sun wanes and its last rays flow dimly...
I can not remember..
The last time I did not feel broken...