originally published -> May 28th, 2013 in the bohemian grace of daffodils and whispering pines we are swaying, dancing our last waltz on a fresh path destined to opposite ways and goodbyes thru a twilight mist it fades campfire & squeeze-box and the glow of embers illuminate the moonlight and the fading coyotes call far off in the distance as we languish on these tired lines … Continue reading The Best of ~ remnants, part four
you wake up one morning the sun the stars the moon are in the same place, almost. and nothing has changed. and everything is different. and you can feel and see and know. and how can you miss what you never had? but, you can, you do. and with my last breath my last sigh I will find you. Continue reading I Am Going To
in the bohemian grace of daffodils and whispering pines we are swaying, dancing our last waltz on a fresh path destined to opposite ways and goodbyes thru a twilight mist it fades campfire & squeeze-box and the glow of embers illuminate the moonlight and the fading coyotes call far off in the distance as we languish on these tired lines finding solace in the glow … Continue reading Remnants of a lake
by PaulaB 