A Poem from the Book:
“The Songs of Man” ( a book of 47 poems)
For my Poet friend, Giles Goodland
I am sitting on the edge of a lake,
Fishing the Moon,
With my playful eyes.
Hanging in the air,
My feet are uneasy,
Impatient to feel again
The molten heart of the earth.
I dare not take a look
At the sky above
Lest I find it
Empty of the Sun.
Am I dreaming of someone
Who is dreaming me?
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