The wind whips my hair into my eyes For the briefest of seconds I think he is here But it is only a figment of my imagination. We haven't met for years But still his image haunts me His eyes begged me to stay His lips called out as I walked away Stay, please stay.… Continue reading His image haunts me
Sometimes I stare into space And wonder Why does everyone rush When rushing doesn't help With speed. Slow and steady Wins the race they say But why are we racing And where to When there are only so many hours In a lifetime. So where would we find The patience The patience To slow things… Continue reading Patience
