When the Deserts are Dewy, I’ll See You.

During the day And into the night, Darkness to blue graces my sight. Out of the cold, Into the heat, Deserts of old grace my feet. Under the stars, Over the dew, I make my way to you.

A poem That Struck Me

She had eyes like an old Tennessee country road, familiar, but dangerous during the storms. She was the calm before the storm, having weathered many. Experience has her ready for the next one. Hopefully they stayed away while drifting on the trade winds. She had a laugh like a hot day on a lazy river […]