Poem: Smoke

By Liam These words are but smoke, which rise from the soul. The heat, the vitality, lies unseen in the thing. We take it, we turn it, we burn it, Now we feel it, the energy. Yet we were mesmerized, at first by its ethereal form. Be not blinded by the haze or its glaze.…

A Moment

Poetry: A Moment by Liam This moment of bliss, you and me, seated on the veranda, seemingly two, yet united in one soul, you and me, We sense life’s flowing water here, you and me, amidst the garden’s splendor Is the melody of birds. The stars shall witness our union, and we shall illustrate to…