Cry upon me
grey eyes of thunder,
sun's morning face
has obscured her light.
Your watch on thee
will deluge my existance,
and in your praise
I'll forever be.
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
PEACE
William