The Mountaintop[1]-In Admiration of John Keats-I stood upon a mountaintopAndgazed upon the vale;I watched the sun sink in the hillsAndwonder did preva..
The Foibles of a Dream[1]-A Most Heartbreaking Dream-Why suffer the uncertainties of nightTo burnbut like a candle in the gloom,When our best hope in ..
What We CreateAnd yet I cannot to my satisfaction be certainThat my mother existed outside of me,Since everything I experienceTakes placewithinme.I ca..
The poem that follows is about the last words I may ever speak to my beloved mother. I was many miles away, and the attending nurse held a cell phone ..
The MasterpieceIf I shall never see againSweet love upon your face,Nor in your eyes that holy lampThat led my heart to grace;Then I shall paintA maste..