Monday, December 8, 2014

Ulysses


Upon my face, crows’ feet frozen to their prey;
such a way has black to say, that night is right to play
blue songs; that sight may come by day,
to melt the ice away,
and lead me
on.



2 comments:

Lorraine Renaud said...

What to say to these beautiful words that soothes and hurt, except you have a beautiful soul William

William Michaelian said...

And what to reply, but that your kindness is cause for joy.