The fire chattered warmly as I curled up, nearly napped With my back towards the fireplace, my head in Kitten’s lap My mind was filled with jousts and kings And lore of days gone by And I did not hear the tear, appear in Kitten’s eye That salt-warm tear ran down her cheek unnoticed …
Category: Poem
Walkin’
I’ve seen the mist rising on a dry river bed – I knew the water lay there undetected I’ve seen the clouds rising up behind your eyes – when you felt yourself unprotected I’ve walked the shallow fields of your fallow mind – divining rod twitching in my hand Searching for the soul that I …
Sam VanMusings 