What lost sensations do our nightly slumbers bring?
Do colors fade out when we dream? Are scents a former thing?
Does flavor tremble on our tongues in that dreaming land? 185 more words
“After all our years have settled like dust . . .”
Ashes and Dust
When that cruel wind
blows against memories
that have settled like dust… 205 more words
September is the Cruelest Month
One cruel month is January, murdering December––
failed resolutions of last year we’re now forced to remember.
February rivals it for those with lovers missing–– 262 more words