Tag Archives: Loss of innocence

Only Embers

Gray dusk of eventide; shadows blur my vision merging black and white. Formless fog settles in, shrouding thought once clear, blending day with night. What matter? What portent? Where goading, driving need? Love pain hate excitement disdain brushed in a single hue. Familiar pastimes refuse to lend delight. Passions’ fires, not dead, will not burn […]

Poet to Cynic

Purple hue of sunsets, timeless laughter, moments Of love and passion and yet more could I write. Emotions worn like fresh laundry, vulnerable To the stains of life, so readily soiled. Time – Thief! – steals passion’s fire Or at least the needed magic words Continuous sensory assaults Yield an unwitting change Naught or less […]