Sunday, January 12, 2014

futility always find a home
but dreams
in search of a heart, they roam
only to be found
like old books, left behind
in  futility's rush, it had a home to find

Thursday, January 02, 2014

the owner of my waking thought
is so deeply sought 
so deeply sought
some years
cannot be reduced to words
like the sun
they explode into
our realm of existence 
and become all we ever lived