Poems from The Chessplayer
You are going soon
Going far away
Your bags are in the car
Your plane leaves at dawn
But you tell me 'don't be sad'
You are still here...
Inside some books
Are spaces bigger than this world
Yet one can fit in your hands
Hundreds can fit on a shelf
You can get lost in them
Or...
I'd rather have a moment with true friends
Than live a lonely life that never ends
My home
Is where the pines bend
Where the snow flies
And the wolf hides
Where the light dies
And the sky weeps
Where the bravest of...
All my life I've been afraid
Of doubting what I feel
But doubting's how I know I know
I know I know I'm real