Poems from Spring1160
I was infatuated
by him.
The Sun.
And happiness.
I ran,
chasing my felicity.
But he deluded me and I knew.
Deceptiveness could not bring...
When at first I came aboard the yacht of
fancy tables and bars to attend
what I thought was a regular dinner party,
I expected nothing but...
There is a garden.
I see it through the windows as the night grows,
as the moonlight flows into the garden's silence.
Its flowers are dewy...
I remember the times
that we spent
under the willow tree that shaded
the white park bench we sat on.
I remember the smile
you gave me on...