Poems

Some of my poems.

Yes; as the music changes, Like a prismatic glass, It takes the light and ranges Through all the moods that pass; Dissects the common carnival Of passions and regrets, And gives the world a glimpse of all The colours it forgets.
–Alfred Noyes

• Tears in Rain
  

• Diaphane
  

• Zephyr
  

• PGG
  

• In memory of the morning elliot smith died
  

• Do poets go to the meadows of Asphodel?
  

• I am become time, destroyer of worlds
  

• It was never free
  

• Ars Poetica