Come what may between us – a moment’s faith, or eternal grace –there will always be a time and placefor what we share: a truth laid bare, a longing stare;until into nothingness it passes. You are missing from me.
This Fire
else the hour that offers solacein quiet contempt for coming mornshould not share the shades of beingnor veil the voice of vices calling,when ponders the playwright of purpose and meaninglifting the letters from longing’s graspfinding now fertile these fields once barrenand slips from slumber to slake his thirst – else the anguish of honor failingfeeds a... Continue Reading →
The Sanctuary of the Storm 