the night that falls holds hard fast in its way (and dawn a dream of brighter things) an eyelid slips its anchored folds and flutters in the morning's gold a day is born that never was before and how could i ask for more? randy guess ©1999 [How Could I Ask For More?] [When Leaves Fall]    [About The Poet]    [Short-Timer] [A Sweeter Dragon Flame]     [The Devil and the Fourth of July] [Wrestling Hemingway]     [Wiggleworm] [A Silent Paean]    [Rainbow Color Reality] [Hear The Mountains Calling] [Fair and Moldy Muse]     [Ode to a Scottish Lass] [A Matter of Time]    [Understanding Anne Sexton] [In Praise of Earth and Sky and Sea] [Home]   [Poetry]   [Short Stories] [Quotes]   [Philosophy]   [Biographies] [Links]   [Copyright]   [Contact]    [Site Index] <top>