Love where art thou?Are you here?Are you there?Love where art thee?Are you high orAre you low?…I dont know.I roam this world in search of thee.From the lowest valley to the highest mountain.In spring and in summer.In fall and in winter.I wonder when the search will be over.
Author Archives: Morris Jones, Jr.
When the Rain Stops
The cloud form, the rainfall poursAnd there in the midst of it stand me, crying.The rain masks my tears,And the thunder masks the wails of agonyThat escape my body.Then the rain stopsAnd everything resumes as normal.
Horizon
Over the horizon.Past the summit of the mountaintops lies…Your new beginning and second chance.Your destiny and future.
