The Poems of David Garlick
How soft the glow of moonlight, reflected from the sand. How sweet the smell of Jasmine, borne on the evenings air. How still the two young lovers, afraid to state their love. How soft, how sweet, how still. How soft the lips of lovers, the first time that they meet. How sweet the […]
There comes a time when happiness deserts my heart, leaving behind desolation in my soul. Words held captive, as water in a mountain, bubble through the fissures of my mind to run unheeded down the slope of life. They gather in tiny pools, each bright as the sky. Reflecting twinkling sun dust, or […]
To love is all consuming, to be loved is humbling. David Garlick, Victoria, 1990
Old dog, old friend, how many years have gone, since first we cuddled you? Or romped through trees, to roll on grass or chased the children through the snow. But years have fled, leaving you old, with joints that ache and muzzle gray. Yet still you stagger to your feet to welcome those you […]