Pantoum

I know the back roads better than the main.
And traveling them I feel the most at home,
when the city lights are mirrored in the stars
and I'm completely--utterly--alone.

Yes, traveling them, I feel the most at home
and anxieties are most often at bay—
when I'm completly--utterly--alone,
and only the bright cosmos guide my way.

when my anxieties are most often at bay,
I find my mind on things that matters most.
When only the bright cosmos guide my way,
it's then that I am freed from all my ghosts.

And with my mind on things that matters most,
when the city lights are mirrored in the stars,
it's then that I am freed from all my ghosts.
Tis why I know the back roads 'fore the main.

sonnet

From under borders marked by sun’s degree,

came one whose voice could sooth my aching soul.

And even if you never know of me,

know that my love burns ever bright as coal.

At first from noble mount you caught my eye,

from there you conquered desert’s stinging scorn.

To have your lips part with my name I try

to hear each time the sun brings in new morn.

What fine to thee do I owe for that love

that fills my whole, my life, with hope renewed?

And even all the birds from up above,

can sense my ever growing gratitude.

And evermore your eye I truly tried,
with sweeping motions me allow inside.

some things never change...

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