Preface
How a memory of a beloved one, can be so true that...

An empty wide street I look down to see
Around each corner a ghostly presence...

On high steep rocks within the winds forlorn,
Greeted by sun, guarded by angel eyes...

Sonnet 31
An infant I cried when my cradle shook...

An encounter
Once I met a day...

Sonnet 32
In a desert of distraction and joy...

Sonnet 33
I long for a breeze which is somehow cool...

Sonnet 34
A trace I trace, with hasty lively pace...

Sonnet 35
Into a maze of memories I tread...

They say one must grow and never be still,
For stillness is but a poisoning fiend...

How dear are the blackish hours when by
A beautiful soul I pass at dark night...

At times I sit, within myself I look
My joy and pain, my sun and rain, I see...