All the While the Storms

We sat in circles under the tin roof of the old man's cottage Playing games and laughing well after the setting of the sun The wooden tables and chairs creaked Under the weight of our merriment The candles flickered From our breath like wind from a torn balloon There was not a head in the … Continue reading All the While the Storms →

For Asha

Fifteen years Dedicated To only her Waiting anxiously But patiently All senses finely tuned Calculated To perceive The sound of her approach Now in retreat From physical presence But distant not Rather To manifest forevermore In story and memory Every second bound In blissful pairing At your side Or on your grateful lap Never to … Continue reading For Asha →