It oftentimes comes to pass Amid the thorns and briars of our earthly being That we do fail to comprehend the genuine meaning Of the celestial signs of a mass, Or of the words engraved upon the plates of brass… We’re captured by the sorrow, grief and doubt, And sadness falls upon our eyes like a shroud.
We are like fireflies, like jack-o’-lanterns, A-wandering amid the mighty grass Of towers, walls and urban thin skyscrapers… This labyrinth of life is infinite… Alas! (Fall, 2015)
I ache for you With emptiness inside I feel such deep despair I feel incomplete, forgotten, forsaken Yet, you don’t seem to care Floating in the icy air A dry, dead, abandoned leaf Moving about in seeming disregard Searching for
There sits a geisha along The shore When will love arrive; the ocean her tears have cried Awaiting the sound of Orr like arms to paddle through Melancholy puddle. Her hair shimmers ebony Awaiting a love that crosses the sea
“The past I hold in high esteem Thoughts on love never leaving As trees strained from the heat of the sun And memories silently grieving The winds that blows Decides where my love will go It may spread to east