It’s strange how tangible is lack, How much reality Is in the things we wish we knew That never come to be. The touch I’ve wanted long to feel, The taste I’ve never savored: They’re still within my fevered mind, And that has never wavered — It’s strange how very real it is: These things … Continue reading "How Tangible"
There are some, and this is one.
Never have I been Tuscany, except for books and movies. Still, I have an image of it, bright within my mind — Beautiful, with long and shapely trees, out in the fields and vineyards, Distants hills and waiting meals of succulence and wine — Never have I been to Italy, at all, to any region, … Continue reading "Never / Tuscany"
That's actually me.
There is beyond within you And worlds of things That one’s ever dreamed Of even dreaming
Imaginary worlds come into view.
A place that he would thrive in...
Her mind's at home in a miniature world.