A poem about the holiday season I wrote years ago.

How at the end of things.. .it just may be a new beginning.

Somewhere only we know or somewhere only I know it seems, considering I’m the only one that feels… out of place, there is no place. Nowhere to Love… how I hope this isn’t true forever; I hope I can find a place or if anything just find “her”

If you listen enough, you will hear it.

Title says it all.

Slumbers not
the resting soul ….
While reposing
in life’s keeping…

When you finish what life began to end.. .

Keeper Of My Dreams.

A Thousand Fair Suitors.

A Rose That Once Stood Alone.