Rob Sapp

Trip has its highs,
inevitable lows,
battle is won,
war is lost.
...

wandering the dark,
from room to room,
searching the patter,
the balcony,
...

the aerodome slips away,
silver bay shimmers in the sunny fog,
like a silk scarf teasing a beautiful body.
...

it was his eyes that told the tale,
the words,
the logic,
pretenders in the script,
...

towering,
sardonic smile everescent,
looking good in gray
...

Greeting cards and must do presents,
this one is different,
time is ticking.
...

my words will be lost,
blown away like shifting sands,
my deeds as well,
long gone and forgotten,
...

[work in progress}

For once I'm home,
again I'm blessed,
...