Monthly Archives: August 2016

Before mornings sun is done This boy born as a universes son Will pack his things And sift through days Reserved for him To come undone   Before noon-times tea Breaks for thee I rest, and look Back upon my … Continue reading →

  Before I wake and face the day Before the daily weep, prints, And hits the streets, the same And tells by those Whom are told what to say I’ll think aloud, Is this my last light? Of a mornings … Continue reading →

Through the night Of dreams, mighty might I travel to places that now fill once empty spaces   And through those labyrinths Of webs I’ve cobbled Memories lay In traps set To tease this old fool By tricks of self-rule … Continue reading →