Poetry


A Soft Rain,
Cleansing troubled soul,
A new beginning.

A lover a far,
A great empty chasm,
I miss her so much.

I wrote this way back in 2000 – when my now wife was living in Australia.

The First Cuppa
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Black Liquid Gold, Slowly cooling on the table top.
Whispy tendrels of pungent aroma waft through the morning air.
Warmth Leeches into my soul, as I watch a world awakening to another day.
Life Feels Good.