27 Nov

Posted at 00:00h in Poetry

To you whose sand has slipped at last Be sure that some think far too fast Your words, your voice, forever stilled And what is left seems loud and shrill. The world you feared while you were here Had sought your heart with oft-thrown spear I hope you’re in Elysian Fields And...

27 Nov

Posted at 00:00h in Poetry

Here soft we rest beside a brook Cool fed from mountain streams To drink our well-earned respite And feed our tired dreams. Though moisture glistens on his back His breath is slower now As much as miles of trodden trails And all ahead allow. So sweet to us these moments rare When silence is...