Love twinkled when we met.
An unexpected mercy,
cascaded from the sky.
And all the silver people
reached for the stars.
Under a new moon,
holiday seagulls clattered
down on the city.
Their warrior feet now free,
from the angst of lust and loss.
You told me I live in the past
Love twinkled when we met.
An unexpected mercy,
cascaded from the sky.
And all the silver people
reached for the stars.
Under a new moon,
holiday seagulls clattered
down on the city.
Their warrior feet now free,
from the angst of lust and loss.
A Wandering Poet 