Better days will come, my friend, at least that's what they say, and we will rejoice at their dawn. The lost along the way are strewn along the petaled path we spy, spirals into the hidden curve behind us. Before us the road well-hidden still bends there in the undergrowth. Moments turn to hours, goodnight turns to morrow... And way has led to way as has been told, and years and years from now, we - We will tell tales of a time when better days lay ahead. cc: Chagall 2021
Tag Archive: Shakespeare

We are troubadours, vamps,
poets and scamps,
Shakespeares, Anaïs Nins
Ginsbergs, Plaths, Nerudas
oh my!
Oh my goodness, another idea, quickly
My blog, new post . . .
Let it flow,
convey the sounds, the rhythms
that beat inside
Deliver me;
bring me
the head
of an avatar
© Chagall 2013
