Poems from CA Guilfoyle

If when you leave, you do not think of meor do not call my name, then I will be a lostand fallen star, diffused and drowned inunforgiving...
In the garden, a bird, a flowergold the edge, gold the dawn that hoversa song of summer, a tiny sparrow perchedlong upon the woody yarrow...
Where sleeps the crescent moonand drifts bright stars awayto bring a song of lightglowing from a thicket therewhere tawny birds take...
Sometimesbefore you arriveI imagine the drivethe dusty windsroads blown sand blindthe breath hot desertred upon your backthe drown of...
Deep, a hundred fathoms or morebeneath froth and foamazure seas fade intoblackest indigoFlashing flecks, of minnowsin the deep waters, a...