In the Face of the Moon

In the face of the moon,

I seek what is true.

The moon shines through,

And with clarity I see you.

In the dark there's no pretense.

Nothing placed and nothing planned.

Just thoughts on paper.

A hand gripping sand.

The flow of words like sand in the wind.

Though it will fly, fall and somewhere land,

For the sand...immortality,

For it, there is no end.

I call upon the black night,

To teach me what is right,

To show me the clouds,

But keep my feet firmly on the ground.

To take only what I need.

A glimpse at the stars,

I am free.

Evolutionary manipulation.

The fear of fear I banish.

For this life so vain and lavish,

Was not the intention for creation.

In the face of the moon,

I seek what is true.

Light this cold heart on fire,

To love and taste the lost desire.

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.