Whither

Tides of time flow on lunar seas of drifting poets

Ebbing and swelling in breaths of singing solitude

In endless twisting swirls of dancing chance we prance

Free to dream and show the Way for other lunar ticks of time

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Every generation is a student and a teacher, it is one of those wonderful parts of the circle of life. Nice little piece of intellectual literature.

[An Ordinary Woman]

lost out here
among gloating, happy tides
so I row this boat onward
never sure of shore
a little safer swimming
but lonely, always.

for you Mr. Donald

[Donald Meikle]

Thanks hon I'm guessing you read it aloud.