Like day and night, the one defines the other, and yet they cannot coexist.
She holds the world in her hands, but does she have any idea how rich she is?
Can I seek joy, satisfaction, without my love?
The dawning sky with all its brilliant hue will soon be gone...
Can you imagine what it must be like to forget your past?
My love has been away a long, long time, And it looks like he’ll be gone much longer still.
A poem for Father's Day
In the spirit of Walt Whitmas, a "song of myself."
A piece of glass both joins and separates...
Time moves far too slowly. Oh, how much I miss you!