Old Dreams

he wanted to be an artist

a young man, a dreamer

living in Paris or Florence

creating masterpieces then

not to sell but to present –

to give his paramour

the essence of his very soul

a gift rare and precious –

his life did not allow whimsy

an old man, he painted her walls instead

an old man, he painted her walls instead

his life did not allow whimsy

a gift rare and precious –

the essence of his very soul

to give his paramour

not to sell but to present –

creating masterpieces then

living in Paris or Florence

a young man, a dreamer

he wanted to be an artist

Morning Quandary

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will this be a plain butter-

yellow day or maybe a purple

pansy kind of day

does it feel like a Van Gogh

sunflower morning

it might be a white pot-

tery day with nothing written

on it full of potential

definitely not a royal china

red rose day

standing in front of an

open cupboard, choosing

the right mug for my first

cup of tea, I ponder the

possibilities of this new day

At 2 AM

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The the clock hides its

face with pointing

hands so it will not

be witness to the

secret time when

everything is

probable and

nothing is real

It holds its breath

ticking, tocking as

quietly as possible

trying to avoid the

stares of fading

phantasms hiding

in the shadows