One Day

Exploring new tracks,
My hands are running blind,
With my lips kissing.
I am finding my own way
To your satisfaction.


Love & Books

This is a tanka written last year and posted on an old blog under the name W.F. Tyrman.

Raise a mighty tome
As my ever lasting tomb,
Through sheaths i roam,
Searching for feelings unknown,
And hearts, unbroken by me.

So I Thought The Universe

So i thought the world
Felt love destroying our
hard won harmony,
creating where chaos left
the world bereft
Of a soul to call our own,
Or is it love’s grand failure?