What Crosses My Mind

  • Wishing Dreams

    A spirit guide might visit a passion setting in stride life’s beauty is a ride. Yet time does wait upon internal remnants churning within my psyche. While outside lives a life of pleasantry agreeable acceptance and absolutes, if only the traveling disdain subside. Would then wishful dreams pass forward an energy with love could line…

  • A Quiet Run

    I took a jog recently, you know the kind with all the right gear and the temperature seemed ready to suggest this human being is part of the machine. ~ From inside my mind, decidedly I picked a route far too familiar, that place, that region where everyone wants to land and no one takes…

  • Three Lives

    If we could shape our world those lives we learned we might, imagined we could, promised we would all three blends of a sensuality cascading our mind like a summer rain sweet, scented, soaking serendipity. Three lives if we could shape desire and promise might we all understand we can overwhelm the mystique … our…

  • Two Soul

    We did when once held eyes then spoke of feeling blessed. We asked each other if that held inside matched each other. Would wits in unison strike gold or a stricken fever would be the natural course of love when fraught with fear the flip-side will prevail. We spoke of time in a sudden fantasy…

  • Sitting Around In Summertime

    I was thinking about the other night when the sun shined in my apartment, slats creating patterns across the woodwork. I thought I might rather watch them fade across the walls then close the shudders when in the evening I no longer wondered about the outside only that happening in here tonight. ~ Seems there…

  • Wanting to Listen

    Standing alone damp concrete was like my ear finding center if only could I hear a word a sweet memory a recall somehow now some way buried in that sea of indecision. ~ If when I close my eyes I see her standing there in the shadows of a booth miles away close enough to…

  • Quiet Stream

    Water ripples upon sun baked rocks glints of morning light play music the eyes of summertime. ~ If my line can land just beyond above the current a soft settle might then I borrow from the pools a master swimmer lights my reel. ~ A fisherman’s catch not a single appeal, those small boulders like…

  • Changes We Remember

    We would sit nearby with a smile ‘yours or mine’ I might add, yours now a grimace once we made endearing, tonight I am only alone. ~ Days ahead we did not think only knew the now if I could reach and touch your hair and feel you move nothing mattered anywhere. ~ Tonight while…

  • The Hippie Girlfriend

    She’d always ask him to tell her a story, and he could only come up with one. Her. At first, it would be endearing, how they could stroll and feel each other’s skin graze upon one another, the light air, a spring morning. It didn’t matter when, maybe him sitting at the counter with a…

  • She Gives Me Real

    When it happens I can smile, not a knowing I am right sort of trivialized agreement, far more this sanity we all try to live yet seldom understand why. I remember once being told we ought not ever ask, only allow let the circumstance be not our own, only cast the open freedom to salvage…