When I had been a little boy I’d make a paper boat, And in the puddle on the road I’d watch it stay afloat. And when I thought that it would last, For it had seemed quite strong. My boat would sink before my eyes; It did not last for long.
And now I am a grown up man, I have my world of dreams. But these are like those paper boats They do not last, it seems. You are the dream, I cannot keep, And yet I can’t let go. Those paper boats, I could replace, With dreams it is not so.
I have been writing poetry since I was 10 years of age. I write in the style of the poets of the romantic era. My poems have balance, rhythm and meter. I have so far published three books of poetry. My first book is A VAGABOND HEART and my second book is RIPPLES ON MY SOUL. My latest book is by the name of PAPERBOATS
If thoughts were paper boats, I’d catch one by its sail, And gently steer it, Towards the light that plays peekaboo, On your skin, That waltzes against mine, Stubble scathing through the softness, Till I can smell your breath, Contouring