Gossamer wings of a purplish hue Flutter behind keeping her cool Sitting alone on a grassy shore Eyes glued to an invisible door.
Ten years ago he was sent on a quest To find the fairy queen's jeweled chest He kissed her first then stroked her hair She watched him leave with a teary stare.
Ten years have passed without a word Is he alive or dead?No one's heard She can only wait and hope and yearn That some day soon he will return.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).