Circle

Hayes Sunset or dawn, being hangs between life and death, begin and end. Waking, a task to complete, primal power surges from source through feet, body, limbs and mind, alight, ablaze, resting nights follow living days.

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Slaughter of Innocence

From Albeycin to Alhambra (Hayes) In the twilight of a summer evening the Alhambra’s shadow cast a gloom, sweet voices from the shade arose, the sunshine voice of youth. I couldn’t sit, I sank to listen to songs of promise and belief, crumpled in a forlorn heap, I longed for songs of love and lore…Read more Slaughter of Innocence

Love Poem

Where have you been since when, first seen? in a pub, drunk and befuddled. on a pitch, wet, be — puddled, who knows ’til now, love’s confusing signals, the sweaty lip, the furrowed brow the dread of each encounter? There is no map, or uncharted path, In love’s rough seas to point the way. All who are in spring of life know the chill of…Read more Love Poem

Two Love Poems

    Love on the Line Love on the line, converging connections, distance, unknown, uncertain, too Gathering speed, smooth terrain, imperceptible incline, doubt and decline Speed bumps check the rush living, life, scenery passing Attractive siding, enticing divergence, less than a landslide to wonder why When tracks divide in new directions blood on the tracks…Read more Two Love Poems