Between the nightmare abyss of the past,
and the hopeful dream of tomorrow,
is where wholly owned life is found.
Sourced in infinity,
Sliced by time’s two-edged sword,
today sets us to rock between whence
we came and where we’re bound.
Dave Read
Poems
Order should be imposed on my poems, but isn't likely to be until I turn to carpentry, or painting, to carry me through the day. The display here is latest first.