Works Of A Wordsmith

I write the dreams of angels with my pen
Like cascading waterfalls streaming across a blank page

It’s just a moment now. Next it will be another bit of time gone, Never to be gotten back. The oft’ quoted “all we have is nowâ€? Is no less true for being repeated into cliché. Savor this instant with its unique taste. Good or bad or indifferent, it passes and Memory has its own […]