It comes and goes Like waves crashing On the beach As the tide rolls in, Wearing away rocks […]
Memory
I can still hear The sound of your voice In my mind And in my dreams. I can […]
Walking and old path Down aging concrete, Grayer than memory allows, Each crack as familiar As the crease […]
Delicate rosebuds Collected in the garden, Sweet smell of summer, Now just dried dead memories As we all, […]
Not a single day Has gone by Without me thinking of you. Not always consciously, Not always clearly, […]
The clock ticks From morning til night. One moment dawn light Warms young faces, Training wheels, and zoo […]
Through the dirty bus window The past plays like a silent movie, Scene after scene, never changing. Memory […]
Now is all there is: The past is a memory, Future just a dream. 5/23/17 My response to Colleen’s […]
John W. Leys 