October 1997 Poems

These are the poems I have shown in the earlier weeks, which should not clutter your enjoyment of the current ones.

the sea is loyal . . .

it does not betray
even my footsteps

                                                as i retreat
                                                into my world
                                                of i, myself and me

the sea is my friend.

i cry to the moon

but she cannot hear me
she's too far away

someday . . .

the moon will cease to be a dream.

The EAGLE has landed!

Reminds me of:

i cry to the moon

but she cannot hear me
she's too far away

someday . . .

the moon will cease to be a dream.

P.S.
It has.

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