Harbour Light

I stand at the harbour mouth,stand with a light in my hand.I hold it high, so if you lookyou will see. You held it highwhen times were hard,but now, I hold it high for you.Look from your window, I am here. When the north wind blows,or the east wind chills your...
A Stranger’s Request

A Stranger’s Request

A Strangers Request I do not regret our brief conversation. You asked if I could write a few lines. A poem on love, a stranger’s request to share with the world in print. An epitaph for a stranger’s heart. What universal truths lie in that request? To feel love’s...