that poets see
with the eyes of the heart
but hear
with the ears of the mind
I wonder ?
WASTE ( 2013 )
There is so much love and there’s so much hate
It occurs to me that the hour grows late
And the world grows cold in its need of haste
As we ignore how much it’s laying waste
To our hopes, our joys and moderate ways,
With not one thought to the ending of days
We’ll seek answers there in the mystic deep
Because in our dreams even dragons sleep !
Claire V. Bogdanos 