sonnet in a fleet
is my eye too rusty? is my thought too blunt? is my inkpot empty and my will too broken? has the rising sun become too small a token of the truth to utter daily out front? is my pen too tired? is my night too long? is the dream that lingered one too many wakings … Continue reading
till dawn break
one hour till dawn break, and my sleep has once again forgotten me, and once again my inner keep has yielded to the thoughts that creep like an awakened colony raised from the deep. my iris puddles like a mere and liquid nests of shadows bloom into the core of every tear escaping salty from … Continue reading
Endless Journey 
