Some of us enjoy poetry as an escape .
I write to feel home again .
After years of being a closet writer, my poems started to tell me they wanted to get out more . I have a roving rambling heart myself so I completely understand . Happy travels .
Friday, June 19, 1992
DREAM HERE AND NOW
The here and now of tomorrow's wish Is the best torture in land of time The events in which our dreams exist End up reaching a higher sublime Than reality that you might not see But forget all that, come dream with me