Author Archives: DCG
Speak to the heart Of a dying man Corroded by the words Said in gradual Discourse. In a strange hour He will be freed. The flask of his thoughts Stained And emptied.
I’ve seen you Somewhere in the realm Of my mind Expressing not one But two syllables. “I live.” You said. The imaginary threshold Shows no sign Of believing – Not until The word was out About a prodigal son Returning … Continue reading
Avoidance met me Face to face On that same corner You held back your eyes. I’ll recollect Those scattered pieces Torn apart By your heartless smile.