Monday, September 21, 2009
Into The Light
To a place that knows me well
We meet among the pines
Where once my weary body dwell
Behind the structured lines
We settle down upon the log
And dream of anguished times
A quiet man; a lonely dog
A sharing of the rhymes
Envisioning the darkness
Of cloudy memories past
Rejoice together peace at last
And exit from the fog
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS
Saturday, September 12, 2009
All Along
Saturday, September 5, 2009
One Chance
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