It’s been so many years, My fire now burns low. I still pursue you Through the forest of my dreams Like a hound on a scent. It is futile to think I could catch you, You are too ephemeral. Holding you would be As possible as embracing The morning mist. We broke our bed With…
My hope is that this will be shared widely. If it helps one person, it will be worth baring my soul to the public.