The precious yet poisonous gift of conscience As we all walk the same road of life It is our way of seeing that makes the difference When Vincent painted his starry nights It was the reflection of the stars in his watery eyes For the lucky who have been given the talent of sight It […]
A lonely figure in a dim circle of light Playing music for the lovers and ordinary crowds Letting the sounds run free as he sits silently Like the starry nights we are billions of stars Light years away from each other But lovers are tethered cosmonauts Holding hands in the interstellar void Photo Hugh Ardoin […]