It is very strange what people thinkwhen lovers meet.When eyes exchange a sudden wink.It’s their doom.When hearts do singon opposite seatsin a crowded roomover a drink.People still sayIt’s only a fling.They’ve met in heatone summer’s day.They’ll never cling. Everyone was wrong. They’re still...

Lives of PoetsWhat makes me wonderIs not why writers and poetsSo young and oldSuccumb to emptiness. It is the lives they had livedUnder the bright sky. Things they must have seen To mold those words of bitterness. From Homer’s Olympus heightsTo Byron’s mountain...

Worlds apart.  Oceans divide.  No one can guess the bonds we hide.  Midnight smiles.  Lovers delight.  As kids we giggle  in the world at night. Interesting lives. The dreams we strive. Across watery worlds at different times. The tide comes in. In waves and sin. Sending our worlds to run and swim. The talks we...