Like Honey Be – Frank Regan (Made of Sticks and Stones)

Honey, I want your love to flow,Despite the great divide.The difference in space and timeThat separates heart from heart. That keep different rhythms,Roll to different beats.But still, shake with the passionsThat flow thickly in this summer heat. © 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved. online at: https://frankregan.wordpress.com/

Hush – Frank Regan (Made of Sticks and Stones)

Susurrus,Wind kisses upon the water. The breeze stirs the leaves of the willow,Moving like the fingertips of a dancer would.Elegant branches,Limbs of an acrobat, swayDipping low agitating the mirror calmOf the tranquil pool. Elemental water and sylvan spirit of living woodAllowed to commune,Within this companion silence. © 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved. OriginallyContinue reading “Hush – Frank Regan (Made of Sticks and Stones)”

Hypothesis – Frank Regan

https://frankregan.wordpress.com/ Do I exist, am I real?Is there evidence I feel?Is there ice in my veins?If you cut me will I cry,If you starve me will I die?Do I thirst for the pain,Do I yearn for the chance,For the music, the dance.Will I wither without the rains,Will I ever leave this cell?Am I already inContinue reading “Hypothesis – Frank Regan”

Brush Strokes – Frank Regan

https://frankregan.wordpress.com/ One step away from your heartWas as close as I got.But you were not for meI made sure of that.I could take the facts Paint them in a different light,If I had my time again.Use my palette to paint out the dark,Take this still life of mineAnd set it in motion once more. ©Continue reading “Brush Strokes – Frank Regan”

Neuroscience – Frank Regan

https://frankregan.wordpress.com/ Fire fly, spark of life,Flames of intellectThoughts alight.Winged beauty dancing,This electricity,Crucible of life. © 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved at: https://frankregan.wordpress.com/

Ride – Frank Regan

You have to drive with your eyesIf you want to get there alive.Or you can kick your shoes off,Take it easy and just ride. Knowing every day you die a little inside. Put your sunglasses on or take the time.Be a passenger, honey, or read the signs.Stay up to see the sunrise; see the colours;Continue reading “Ride – Frank Regan”