What Crosses My Mind

  • What Inspires a Rhapsody

    Is it love, in every effort each song we might sing, the glorious wonder of a spring morning when flowers bloom air diffuses fragrant melody while the world all around seems eternally happy even the sadness of a quiet alarm that reality of the human condition seems maybe, just a tad, perhaps only for a…

  • When World’s Collide

    Severe variables immediate collossal pathways merge energy driven passion aligned We have these adventures ahead with our own perceptive dreams Decisive ideals Value begotten Carousel synergy Outlier Definitions While our lives are interchangeable where is it the stopgap of indecision I once knew a woman who whenever hurt or pain announced their presence she could…

  • Standing on Fences

    I didn’t, no. I could believe it might go a way my dreams, had suggested so. I would be reminded when she could walk slow, I’d be blinded by anything beyond  being so. Autumn skies, to add a sadness while across the way, she stood, she smiled, she danced, without anyone needing her to know,…

  • When Nature Steps In

    We are eager like the children we once began our lives when outside we feel the changing seasons begin a cry suggest for a time everything motivates our mind revives itself in the cool winter air, as Mother Nature stops by ~ For a moment we will stop and watch the descent of beauty in…

  • Do We Lose?

    When we let go, we leave behind a part of ourselves yet I do have to wonder if we ever really lose we certainly sometimes cannot return to the shelves of who we were, yet perhaps we do sing the blues ~ In that frame of mind, a good song can bring me a tear…

  • We Spoke of Clouds

    Ours were lofty plans no one ever understood that really was the plan ~ soft sunsets in woods we lay in one another’s arms playing with our moods ~ looking in her eyes seeing clouds in satin skies long before any lies ~ nature left us bare with little consequence – love dance within my…

  • Indescribable Love

    When everything else is put aside, the need to have is forgotten, the eye on the prize becomes a secondary notion, for the forefront becomes our living breathing soul ~ she was born into our world suddenly vulnerable in need of touch, we did reach out I held my little girl and everything around me…

  • I Do Wait

    Every day, every sunset, every wake in the middle of the night, the notion comes to mind, I do when walking down a lonely hallway, one that has a regular purpose, I do wish to know just how many times, I might find myself not alone, yet so many miles away, yet familiar with your…

  • Our Pedestal

    If whenever we reach out to one another really ask to be noticed, without using words, just the simple expression of our eyes, cannot tears alone provide the answer, will we only allow ourselves to feel compassion at the heels of natural pain, long after the actions of hurtful angst have knocked us off our…

  • Eccentric Complement

    When life stopped, that ideal romantic interlude, our travel together, we were a match in the fall of ’78, ’79 I looked in your eyes, while the traffic went by, didn’t matter really, your smile radiant, you had your elegant demeanor, I was a young lad, you were my gift, I couldn’t imagine a more…