The Reiki Cafe 

"Who has the time to linger on these delicate
lures, these once unmentionable things?
Life is rushing by like a mad, swollen river.
One minute roses are opening in the garden
and the next, snow is flying past my window.
Plus the phone is ringing.
The dog is whining at the door.
Raining is beating hard upon the roof.
And as always there is a list of things I have to do.
before the night descends, black and silky,
before the little doors of the body swing shut
and I ride to sleep, my closed eyes
still burning from all the glossy lights of day."

Mr. Collins will be judging a Poetry Book award contest. For specific, contact information and contest details, see announcement board.

Love to all,

Boh

Hi beau, I like the poem. Thanks for sharing :)

Starjasmine