“ The Way ” ~ to discover ~

A frame of mind

Yet innocent,

Be a time


In a face

Speaks sincere,

Of a wish,

Wants feel

The caress

Of a kiss,

Finds give way

To discover,

The onset of bliss!


“ The Face ” ~ he’d known ~

I see the face,

A crowded place

That tells of life,

Would indicate

A past so filled,

Yet but depicts

A slightest trace

Of puerile days,

To hoary layers

Of crinkly grace,

Time so risks take

What’s left to hold

That offers hope

For man so bold,

To skirt a while

His resting place,

And he not find

The face he’d known

Now buried neath

A senescent waste!