Author Archives: W. Wayne B.
My nights are filled with thoughts of love — — love above the mountains — love beneath the sea — love beyond the stars But, by morning, every dream has fled — — fled into the sighs of an enchanted … Continue reading
Cold nights in Chicago begin with a sunny day. Nome cold nights follow a blizzard. A cold Andean night begins with the whistling wind. Cold nights–never the same. Each place has its own magic. W. Wayne B. Poetry book: Eyes … Continue reading
How does a bird signal to the flock the path towards their goal? Am I going forward as my life tracks its course of constant motion? I talk to the walls. The silently embrace my voice. When I talk to … Continue reading
I am watching the afternoon pass by. My sisters are here and we laugh. I have had a day full of joy. The drifting clouds are darkening. The full moon will be setting soon. I am ready to rest tonight. … Continue reading
I sat alone in a simple park. People wandered by and they smiled at me. They laughed in their walk through the garden. Beautiful flowers filled my nostrils. Their scent brought me to a place of peace. I looked around … Continue reading
The day began with the morning sun. That reliable star rise from the sea. An invisible road guides its wheels. The sun knows its proper place. An illusion of motion denies its stillness. It flies with a peace I do … Continue reading