Category: Poetry

The Moment

SanityThought of as a lack of cacophonyBut it’s a matter of identityAnd one’s relationship to eternity  LoveShe flies through my arms like a doveShe flies through my heart like a dartThe curve of a woman is her artCarried by gossamer wingsThrough a diaphanous veil she sings  FriendshipWhy does it contain hardship?Because … Continue reading The Moment