later to be late again

book intro

let these words to read roll on as ramble reflections of another setting son

Shadow painted pictures in leaves of fickle breeze

Under changing skies of purple red and cloudy pink unease

As scattered words of other time stir rested memories

Close tired eyes with held back sighs

To whisper sweet goodbyes

still holding on to canvasses of simply painted words

And laughing at the devil moon who caused this all to be

with her tidal fluctuations  of  stormy cosmic mirth

She played and meddled in the  constant gravity of Earth

Reviews

[Gandré]

The sagacious simplicity of the images depends on the complex balance of arrangement of relations between lyrical object and impression, always the motif of transience and memories - this is what I like and I think, I would like the book, too.