Come and walk with me In the still of a winter day, The grass all solemn brown; Sleeping trees a soft grey.
Tag: Poetry
A Little Child
In the stillness of the night A little child, shining bright, Came to me with words of gold, Glistening mysteries untold, Hands stretched out in prophetic song, The rhythm sweet, the silence long. While his lips, slender and fair, Lit a fire in the black air, He reached forth to touch my eyes, Yet quick as when …
My Friend
Hello, My friend, How close you have been of late. I know You are An inseparable companion From the womb. I admit, I've ignored you In the busy bustle Of living. My path However Diverse its way has But one earthy end. Constant, Softly, I hear Your following footsteps Everywhere I tread. …
A Theater Stage
The arcane masters of this fading age Have built for mankind a theater stage, Whereon, fools their lines fervently read, Sublimely praising destruction's seed.
The Song of a Child
Necessity is a savage beast, With razor claws and bloodied teeth. Luxury is an opulent whore, With ruby lips and a revolving door. Poverty is a broken man, With tattered clothes and a pleading hand. Contentment is a pure child, With innocent eyes that the world reviled.
What Riches Have You?
by George Santayana What riches have you that you deem me poor, Or what large comfort that you call me sad? Tell me what makes you so exceedingly glad: Is your earth happy or your heaven sure? I hope for heaven, since the stars endure And bring such tidings as our fathers had. I …
The Inkless Pen 