Lured by the devil moon's promise, we are reeled in
Category: Poetry
Moon vs. Ghost
Comes the moon, summoned by a sigh...
The Dreams of Leaves
Nothing is permanent, or so they say
Summer
I saw Summer through my window - so close, yet so far away
Refuge
In theory, each day is a new beginning...
The Poet and the Muse
The poet's love waits, beneath the willow
Gone
Invisibility cloaks cover you and I...
