Life

Poetry

Life is
like a spark
from a campfire,

Gio

Poetry

My son was a poet
And a wise boy too
At times he seems confused
Not knowing what to do

Poetry

I am a secret
I am kept in the dark
I am the sweetest indulgence
I will not be shared
I am a secret

Poetry

like onions
being cut
tears of fear
rolling

Poetry

There will come
These Sundays
With soft rains
And Grey skies

Poetry

Soon…

The present will be
a thing of the past,
making room
for the future,
to become

Poetry

There is this similarity
between our love
and the moon

Poetry

I wanted to remain
This mountain
Where you could
Flow joyfully