Poems from Mumbles
In a quaint, little town
A quaint, little house
Sits lonley on the hillside
With dark windowpanes
And a creaky staircase
A testament...
If I reach up
To touch the sky
And grab a shining star
I'll crush it in my tiny hands
Add it to the ashes of loss
And blow them from my...
Wake me up
When the stars are still shining
I want to be there to see you leave
I know I'll miss you
But come early morning
The rays of...
Pages upon pages
Bound so tight
Cover to cover
One whole lifetime
A few misprints
Many twists and turns
Line after line
Word for word
...
Day to day
Keeps its charade
My head and heart
At war again
Enemies
Kept close at hand
Lest one should try
To stray