Ivory Keys and Silent Pleas
The old musician plays a soulful tune; his fingers floating over ivory keys while thoughts of her, like leaves, are …
The old musician plays a soulful tune; his fingers floating over ivory keys while thoughts of her, like leaves, are …
When the touch of warm flesh has returned to your lips, And they yield as they once did on mine, …
I saw before me hordes of players of an ancient game, The rules of which I could not fathom, no …
Above us, where span the lactescent arcades of the sky, Where azure and pearl frame the cloud-swelling meadows on high, …
Roaring flames of treasure blaze Sparked by distant memory days Of pirate ships and ferns for spears Of splashing streams like …
Soft, soothing hands would rock a crying son To sleep; would clap and cheer when he would run; Then work …
“I must go in, for the fog is rising,” breathed out that pen we love so well, as she upon …
I sit each day in cruciverbal tussle With pen in hand and coffee at my side, I sit and think …