Waiting
there's that distance in her
something remote and far
like the canals of Mars, an
ice monolith atop a star
her soul of cosmic mystery
went to places I cannot ken
sheathed in armoured silk
none knew where or when
in those blue eyes is infinity
windows on time and space
blinking before shutters up
in a cryptic chain-mail face
enigmatic were her ridd...
Thursday 11th March 2021 10:41 am
letter to spring
letter to spring / michael kwack
in a wind
there i smell a scent of spring
i've passed the winter away
in a far place alone
but it was now
only hours of emptiness
i've got to write letters
the last confession to myself
then meet the spring
in complete quietness
Thursday 25th February 2021 11:05 am
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