The Traveller’s Heart

Originally posted on The Vile Mint:
It searches nights to find its rest Will one welcome poorest guest? It smells its own, but can’t get in, Try in vein to see within. A heart once beat incessantly In organic love, romantically. Yet, now it treads hesitantly, Lost its way… Never free. When she sang in…

Waves

Waves At dawn waves born undulate For sure they perpetuate Law’s gravity drawn Forward shoreward borne Rolling waves accumulate Alan Grace 11 January 2018 Daily prompt: Undulate Radio Hauraki Pirate radio Station circa 1970s (?)