A Temporal Emotion

Is love, a mere transient thought in the wind or a hailstone melting in the relentless rain? Does it exist only in the minds of fools, unaware that it may inflict great pain. Does love ebb with the passing of time and do those emotions drift to the next? Is life’s only certainty the day…

The Ship

The deck has been scrubbed the portholes brightly glitter the smoke slowly swirls up the ship’s red funnel. Bobbing in the water with its anchors aweigh the ship certainly looks good to sail away. Cargo has been hauled and the sailors are raring to go out to sea and reach distant lands. The quartermaster has…