Perfectly Shlomit

You told me horror films help you relaxSet off a flood of questions I was too afraid to ask So I held my tongue, you tiptoed then plunged Through childhood memories Moved from Jung to love to artA miracle, a mystery And when you speak of mysticism Those slippery words ring true It’s the onlyContinue reading “Perfectly Shlomit”

To Be Young/To Be Skilled

My spark is dyingI can feel the passion dryingI’ve grown weary of the pryingInto matters that make no difference to my life What happened to the yearning?When my soul was always burningMy mind constatly churning outIdeas that I fashioned into gold All the stories left untoldAll the songs left unsungWhat is was to be youngContinue reading “To Be Young/To Be Skilled”