Talking To Myself & Pondering

Talking To Myself Softly are the footsteps that sneak right passed my door For no one comes to visit at least to me no more I’m not that really bothered for I don’t have much to say And who on earth would listen about a life that’s ebbed away My time alas is racing...

Oceans Apart POM May 2021

Oceans apart Scatter not the these raindrops Upon the ocean vast Please carry them to parched land Where dusty sand is cast For there amongst the arid All life it waits anew To push between the barren And offer joys to you This magic that is dormant Has been this way...