We live livesinside a dream.We operatewith peace in mind.Our everydayis meant toseem a settlingglance in life.Think about tomorrowrealize today.Life is attainablebeyond suchsimple pleasantries.We are wholeand beautiful.Our thoughtsmay speak thisto be true.

Matters little the time of year, though today is different. I can hear voices chatting along exterior walls, the windows rattling, the winds whistling. I’m in the comfort of my home, but even then the deception of peace can be misinformed, misbegotten, a constant illusion. Winds of change, do always haunt me the shrill song,…

Please let me love you he would plead, and days would go by turning into months along the way. Sitting in his chair wondering about next moves, what does it really matter, he would repeat over and over again and again, until the night would rise into morning all over again. He would think about…

When that moment arises, thoughts break my heart, I can’t seem to sleep when dreams keep me awake. Seems to be alone, when the days are long, sitting in my chair, wondering what’s wrong. What happened back then time stood still everything mattered just out of reach. I wonder now tonight why is alone different,…

Seems easy to do, just the falling in love part, gets in the way everytime. Like to know a person, based upon their truths, without the distraction of falling in love. Seems easy to do meet someone to hang out with, find some common interests, what happens afterward, appears out of our control when love…

I wandered in her path and there she held me, I wanted no one’s wrath and she just let me be. I held on to each moment my emotions were wild, she listened a simple lament to be brought in like a child. This wasn’t a sad simplicity I didn’t feel a dependency, only realized…

Sweet misery is what I feel without you in my arms. A quiet outside, like a midnight rain listening with shattered dreams. I wonder if you might ever know how difficult life alone may be. Not the obvious, the loneliness, more the objective why is it necessary. We can lose control of our emotions, set…

Sweet is the vision in our eyes when we swoon, when everything around us begins to bloom, in quiet spring rains, we watch the flowers grow all around us creating a scent of simple love, the adornment of our soul, the passion of our heart, in the silent refuge of a lover’s lament.

I wrote to her And then again And again And the words Said the same thing Again And I wondered Just how can we can Ever be different when we wish The same Again and again. I wrote to her And the letters Landed on top Intermixed with All the times I thought This one…

Walk and talk along the avenue, remember those moments, when all that really mattered was having a close moment together in the rain, maybe a light snow fall, something romantic something in the moment.