Jon Anderson Poems (6 Poems)

Now that I'm actually living my solitude I'm clueless.Every now & then the wind drops in & I look at ...

Then the air was perfect. And his descentto the white earth slowed.Fallingbecame an ability to rest--asthe released breathbelieves in life. ...

Listen, Leo, remember the lifeboatwe pilfered from what you saidwas an abandoned garage sale,1442 Columbus, not the explorer,the street? Last ...

So, at last, we will cross.Our season presupposes continents, landsof desire. We tosslike unloved baggage where we stand,and slowly the ...

When I was lonely, I thought of death.When I thought of death I was lonely.I suppose this error will continue.I ...

Elevators, like great oaksrise into the evening, and when they descendyou hardly know yourself.All nightthe fair, shadowed cab lightshone on ...

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