Thursday, October 23, 2014


Fragments, yet whole; sea-lights,
burning, now bright, now obscured by the mist;
worlds, turning, youthful, yet old; thus sent,
here-tossed, we see each face
in our own; now whose,
then, is this?


Jan said...

A fragment here and there can obscure our true face...feelings.
Beautifully written, William~

William Michaelian said...

Thanks very much, Jan....