Author Archives: W. Wayne B.
Sometimes life is fun. You have someone or something to fight against. One can find a passion that feels like life itself. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough. Sometimes life is painful. You have a problem too large. One finds that … Continue reading
There is a silent village near the river It flowers with a beautiful people The summer sun shares its bounty Their nature grows pure and strong This river flows from distant mountains Its clear water teems with watery life The … Continue reading
We live in dangerous times Every power has secret weapons The enemies around them have even more But the kings of hope see another way Their hearts do not waver. Their eyes see a world of light Their feet visit … Continue reading
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