Ishaisms

Passing through

This is a night for sad songs...a good cry, silences, melancholy. Wars have ended sooner, I sigh, sins overlooked, and leap years gone by. Not one, but ten thousand thousand suns risen and set; phases of the moon on a never-ending loop. Passing through. People have grown, birds from nests flown, smouldering dreams still smoulder… Continue reading Passing through