Poems from aslade
The shallow peace offered
by time;
a jest at the simplicity.
The whispering wind that
passes by;
shallow and yet so full of life.
I face the caterpillar at
the crossing, who am I? I do
,but I don't see, unreal.
The raven crows at midnight
by the ever invasive moonlight.
He stays but at once takes flight,
for he relishes the night.
and hops into...
An odd place,
A swift move against the eye,
with keen grace,
so often hidden behind lies.
The land of nod,
where men evade,
where...