This poem speaks of the second coming of Christ, describing what is supposed to happen.

This poem is describing what happens at night, the sounds, smells, and eyes that keep watch. The moon glides through the night sky until time to fade into daylight.

His first and last place.!

A Poem.

Memory of youth and season are all brought back by scent and sound.

Why did I deserve this most horrible fate?

I didn’t.

Karma always comes one day but sometimes it attacks the wrong person. I had to be the one.

Lovely,

The moment of waking.

A poem along the lines of another I wrote, called "The Sound Of A Cat By The Garbage Cans", which you can find earlier in my profile. Please do comment.

A poem about finding friendship at the most unexpected time and moment.