touch my face
the wind blows softly
in my ear-
like a child’s whisper-
and i smell the
smile of youth-
it is daring and
fresh-
like an april blossom-
and that smile grows
exponentially-
touch my face-
and see if youth remains-
run your fingers
across my lips-
and listen for a child’s
whisper-
look at me-
and tell me
what you see-
listen to me-
and tell me who you see*
musings at random. 
This is beautiful Gary. Your earlier writings have real depth , honesty and a sense of vulnerability to them. Lovely 👏🏼
Thank you! My writing has evolved a ton, in tone and structure (thank God). There was definitely a darker vulnerability in the earlier stuff though, you’re right. Thanks for the appreciation!
The earlier stuff is beautiful, unfiltered and honest. Thank God… you kept it on here…🙏🏼
It’s old and dusty….and kinda rudimentary! Sometimes I cringe reading a few. Thanks for reading those bad boys, though!
I beg to differ. But I do understand what you mean, I feel the same about many of my earlier writings. Strangely , not about the very first one I shared officially with the world as an ” wanna be writer”. I’ve grown. Thank god 😂
Yeah, I think that with creativity, evolution is necessary. Keeps your work fresh and current, and it allows you to improve…I think I’ve gotten much better than what my older stuff shows (although I thought my stuff was solid back then)! But growth is necessary.