Fye

Wrote this quite some time ago. I admit I'm not a poem writer, so treat this as my beginning. Enjoy! ____ Blocked myself, I know that I did; And who ...

It’s 3 a.m. and a spell is cast. The book flips open to a sacred past. The verses lift themselves in perfect grace; Revealing the meanings behind each face. A ...

Serenity is found in crashing waves when the white foam laughs with each slush, but is adamant in touching the inner shore. The sand calls out for some cooling and ...