After plenty of time away I feel compelled to return to writing some poetry again.  It is hard to say what has prevented me from exploring this personal outlet for so long.  Perhaps it is just a reflection of a person’s changing needs and desires.  But some things, some people, experiences, moments, will always mark in a way that pulls one back to them.

Simply put this poem is an expression of such desire, a person, moments that created such a mark on me.

This Perfect Madness

When the brightest eyes of crystal hues,

And that wanton smile of mischief haunts my dreams,

Only then this fullest present passion awakens,

To raise the morning’s fire. Read the rest of this entry »