notes for Brenda  


what a short moment
we'd crossed a stile
stopped awhile
faced the wind
the future
I stood behind you
embraced you
a hand on your heart
a moment

the nearest I've been to home
the fleeting times with you
have flown
are foam

I trust we'll meet in heaven

a personal

a letter
to Brenda
I miss you

a poem




33 pieces

  "Thus shall you think of all this fleeting world; a star at dawn, a bubble in a stream, a flash of lightening in a summer cloud, a flickering lamp, a phantom and a dream." the Buddha