Friday, August 23, 2013

People like sunsets. People like to look at sunsets together. Every sunset is a sort of dawn to other people on the other side of the earth. All we have are moments. And nice people. I certainly had to stop and take this picture.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

A poem from when I was 19. Unrequited love.
Four Pillars
Four wooden pillars
and four iron bars
keep those eyes of hers
as far as blue stars.
Though I love her
I must let her go,
thus a poor lover,
but her heart must know.
Half my world
must begin anew;
my heart was hurled
into love so true,
but too sadly blind
to wreck on a shore
of unfeeling mind,
blinding me only more.