Category: Excerpts

The end

~ W. Donovan ~ 2 Comments

Sitting, I wait for
the dawn
when the sun rises
I forget, though
never again
I will survive till
the morning
I won’t see the rays of
the sun
breaking the horizon

© W. Donovan

Emily’s house

~ W. Donovan ~ 16 Comments

Listen
what it’s whispering on your ear,
the wind.
Compose the deck of cards,
and I’ll tell you the past,
it’s water.
Ask for my hand,
and I’ll grab the edge of my dress.
We’ll dance together
wind dances with water.
We’ll create waves,
which cover the sun.

© W. Donovan