Forever In My Heart. A Poem by Michael Firus

After toiling for bread, I search for eyes reliefUpon a distant canopy or a setting sun so brief.All my soul brings me is this;If I could see you again, not to mess not to touchBut to speak with a beautiful soul, one who has known and seen oh, so much. The moon, alone my companyContinue reading “Forever In My Heart. A Poem by Michael Firus”