Tuesday, January 31, 2006

New World

Your spectral essence coruscates,
a brand new constellation
whose steadfast glow facilitates
uncharted navigation;
my heading never deviates
to lose your emanation.
I seek the shore where bounty waits—
that fabled destination.

1 comment:

Shirley said...

Relativity...All Over Again
The perspiration of aspirations
gathers as you toil
With pen you lance, at circumstance
approaching midnight oil.

With truth, you coax your words to dance
each syllable on cue
While you strive to beat the masters
I aspire to be you.