Bohemian shaded slandered summers, breach breaks and sandy waves – The sun sets in the distance, a musty marine layer trails the day collecting stragglers
A Take on Afterlife
Through season’s fair and winter’s chill I sit and ponder, still. Love has left me wanting, waiting, lusting – quietly and patient. Yet a chill
Steadfast and strong we stand all along – waiting for the maker at bay. Nay he come to demand the sun – nor he taketh
Life’s a beach.
A Source of My Inspiration