Thursday, May 10, 2012


Perhaps in that time when shards of broken stars did not hurt the eyes, and every dusk, with the downing sun, something did not drown in the heart; in that age of unclaimed innocence, in some odd undefined moment, I started to believe in you. 

Ages and hazes away, now, I wonder; if you ever existed.


Geraldine said...

So sad but beautifully expressed.

Hugs dear, G

Jack said...


Read 3 posts now. One can never write effectively if one has fixed ideas or closed mind. One needs to be open to everything to get inspired. Sizzler as well as marshmallows both are needed in life at different times. One should enjoy both at times as appropriate. It is not true that if something is pleasing to eyes can not be innocent. You make me wonder on what made you write this one. Hope all is well and you are under control of self.

Take care