Creation
Bryan Sanctuary May 1972 Past our narrow realm of knowledge, And out beyond our dell, I wonder if a thought exists, Or if there is a smell. Maybe noses see the light, And eyes can feel the warmth, Maybe fingers... Read more
The Gypsy Dialogue
Bryan Sanctuary February 8, 1972 It rises up and falls away And the leaves flick from green to grey. Always it happens, the wind from the sea Catches your heart and swirls it from me. “Oh, where is the darkness,... Read more
Memories of May
Sometimes the days are carefree When springtime fills the air, And time stands still in blue and green While dappled shades dance everywhere To liven up the scene. Silent boats slip slowly by Across the hazy... Read more
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