The way westerly
is a road of healing.
Heart-wrenchingly wounded,
I will flee, ‘ever-feeling
the weight of a love lost,
unrequited, but faultless.
The Lords of East and West
Raise your palms
to the Lords
of East and West,
and entreat them, Continue reading “The Lords of East and West”
Into the Never-Was
Dusty roads
call me on,
into the never-was,
and into
the ‘ever-gone. Continue reading “Into the Never-Was”