Poems from Lost in Thought
Sallow, sickly trees
Hide the cunning wolf from view;
Lurking in the dark
The tired Sun rests
On waves and pale sand, as the
Moon waits for his turn
Butterfly, small, frail
Wings folded, paused in thought;
Peace for a moment
In the dead of night I close my eyes
But cannot keep these thoughts outside
I hear it scratching at my door
And moaning from beneath the...
the echo of strings
from the busy street it rings
as rosiny dust fills the air
a melody, calm, slow, almost still
a lone pigeon stops to...