Saturday, March 24, 2018

Another Poem


Last night,
As sleep escaped me,
I worked the enigma
That is you.
Like a mantra,
I whispered your name
To the heavens
And wished  a wish 
Upon a thousand stars
As I waited for the midnight sky
To melt into the morning dew,
And wondered over
The miracle that is you.

My memoir, Dear Elvis, is available at

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