Monday, February 01, 2010


The dormant dale retired
neath a virgin quilt of white
I rambled on, inspired
by the blankness of the night,

a darkness from without
imparting quietude within
that blankets any doubt
before it can begin—

for nothing seems amiss
in the arms of the abyss.

1 comment:

Dimple said...

Hello Bob,

What a depth...! You are filled with ideas :)

Verbiage was great!