Late Night Poetry

It’s a wonderful feeling when something happens that leaves you breathless… and even more wonderful when it happens to be someone that leaves you feeling breathless.

Two poems taken from my second book of poetry entitled “A Pilgrimage to My Soul” The first poem is ‘Dream of You’ followed by ‘Escape Our Busy Lives’Hope you enjoy these.

At times I feel I may go mad with the quick passing of time, but I’m soon consumed with living and have already forgotten.

Many wear a facade that fits tighter with every year’s passing and there smile gets bigger but with much less emotion. But when I look at your face and look into your eyes I see the most beautiful soul.

One in eight billion, what are the odds? With the wish of a thousand angels sometimes things are written in the cosmos and just simply meant to be.

A Halloween poem this evening on this Hallowed October 31st … “The Werewolf”. You can feel his sadness and isolation knowing he doesn’t belong to either world, living or dead. Your connection with him started shortly after his brazen attack, but now fate has brought you together in a friendship bound by an unearthly hunger that never seems to be satiated.

A poem about a rare morning of complete peace and tranquility. Cozy under the blankets in the morning sun and the world asks nothing at all from you today … sounds beyond blissful.

What happened to the radio? It brought us all together and helped fuel our youthful imaginations. We listened to shows and bands and music and it led the revolution into the future … I sure do miss it.

Everyday I search for the timeless. It’s where the magic transforms you and time comes to a stop. Once you have been in the timeless … you simply cannot wait to go back.

There is something you learn later in life … that being alive is enough and no matter what craziness goes on around you, still there is life.