Drifters

Drifters

Holding hands,

   we drift to dreams and easy sleep,

our touching is a grace of love,

   this long embrace is ours to keep.

Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2015 All rights reserved.

Published Sep 20, 2015 in Whispers

It's My Move

Nova

Evensong

Juncture

It's my move

The rain comes in...

Always

Be a saver

"...the fiery thought..."

Another poet heard from....

The art of Robert Louis Stevenson (part 2)

"Ozymandias" is large

You can't get out of line

Seeing far

At the juncture

Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2015 All rights reserved.