Another Love
I sometimes wonder if you understand me, when I say that I love you? But then I wonder if I understand you when you purr and gently lick my chin. Perhaps I do and it makes me glad. David Garlick, Sidney, January 2004
Boughs
Through the leaded lattice of my window the lacy boughs of oak trees greet my eye. Some times in autumn flame or winter bareness or budding spring to green a cloudy sky but when summers leafy velvet dresses the tangled web of branches that I see. I lie here gladdened by the beauty and that […]
Alone
He loved me but he left me, now I am all alone. He did not seek another or even leave our home but his mind left and with it went the memories that we shared. He loved me but he left me and I am all alone. I love him but he left me, now […]
Passing On
When the time comes take my ashes, scatter them upon a hill, where the tall trees greet the morning and the setting sun as well. Where their warm and heavy branches fill the air with heavenly scent. There to lie at peace with all things. There to find eternal rest. In Summers scented comfort, beneath […]