A small bit of light
that is all they ask for.
But the current weather
swoops down each day.
With a roused breeze.
Muting light and life and
endorsing only the small boats.
That sail close to the shore
and matter little to anybody.
Whispers
A small bit of light
that is all they ask for.
But the current weather
swoops down each day.
With a roused breeze.
Muting light and life and
endorsing only the small boats.
That sail close to the shore
and matter little to anybody.
A Wandering Poet 