In the golden light of the late Spring evening, A boy is dreaming on the backyard swing, Swinging and dreaming, as over the treetops And...

‘Cross all the rise of history The greatest voices spoke to me, Warmed me like fire; I did not reply, But hearing I stood as in their...

II. Over the hilltops Is quietness, And in the treetops Emptiness, There's hardly a sigh; The birds are soundless in the forest. With...

My soul is ever so dark, Like the majestic night, In its center my heart, Shines atop milky white. And from an early start, It never had...

12/03/17 Of all ye gods, that crown Olympus high, Who yet remains that man’s not brought to heel? When aircraft daily pierce great Zeus’s...

Who Can Tell a Wave… Who can tell a wave when its run will end? A soldier answers, “None.” How many chances come to flee or stand? Again...

High above the altar, looking down, The stained-glass angel smiles almost unseen, At generations passing through below, Some raise their...

Seldom is Edgar Allan Poe's voice heard today. It is drowned out by the popular culture's notions of some deranged man whose stories and...

Sir knight, I can a sister's love Happily offer you, But any other kind love Would not be true. Softly I can appear to you, And softly...