October 16, 2019 in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...

I write sonnets in my mind of moments we’ll never know, looks we’ll never share, and a love – while perhaps the most tantalizing of my life – that shall forever smolder quietly rather than rage brightly against the dark solitude of the night.

So I write.

I write.

Oh sweet empty night.

October 16. 2019

Believe in dreams
You love so much
Let the passion of your heart
Make them real
And tell
All the ones you love
Anything and everything you feel

Was this worth the time to write
Was this worth the time to write

Last updated October 16, 2019