What We've Written
There is a power in the written word, A beauty lost in time and veiled from sight, The voice of art still struggling to be heard. The mating of the ink and page have lurred, My passion out of hiding from the light, There is a power in the written...
Sweet Silver
I cannot compare you to stars above, For your light glistens more than they. I am not worthy to ask for your love, And as such, I wish my regrets away. Your beauty has enthralled me for so long, I cannot suppress the love that I feel. Despite...
Poet's Memoirs: Skyclad
On a shadowed night, such as this, I sometimes like to reminisce, And think of all the things I've said, What words I've wrote, what thoughts I've lead. I like to think I'll make my mark, I'd like to come out of the dark, But while these words...