I write with ne’r emptying ink
That what words, thoughts emanate
So stand tribute to all them
Ever struggling to say just right
What burns within them.
Homage
it is no less said of him,
there be no greater stalwart,
his loyalty underscored
and stone-hardened by his Departure.
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The Train
The train,
a majestic beast,
yet so subtle its lure.
(I love the train)
Moments
I grab them, trap them before they flee,
put them in my pen to recount them ‘ere I sleep,
moments of the day when hearts be one,
moments . . .
like treasure lost an eon,
re-discovered relics gold,
minted o’er Again
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