What Crosses My Mind

  • If Ever I Could

    I might be that person I thought I wanted to be the one that would capture your attention, the man who would become your king, I remember the hours that would go by when I first began to compose my serenade to you, I could travel for miles listening to every note that might remind…

  • We Had This Time

    When we might walk alone, gathering thoughts while in motion, when neither might be known except a look, a glance, a notion. Wish we might, now years later, understand just how we could ask for more time, ask for just another day, when we seamless now today bask in memory to hold our hands this way.…

  • When I Was Seventeen

    I remember driving my old car to school, picking up a couple of friends, driving out into the country, smoking a bowl or two … ~ I remember the little things I cared about, were simple and sort of cost free, I could swing a bargain if I needed to, just slipping by in my…

  • This Child Again

    This child again listens to the echo, keeps calling, speaking in quiet tones, when once, the world was large, now no one really knows. ~ This child again, on sunny mornings, at the crack of a new day, would venture out, seek new horizon, fresh spruce and damp soil. ~ This child again, when death…

  • Only the Soft Melody

    Funny how a day can be shaped by keystrokes and a romantic tune. Reminds me gently of soft rains and mellow eyes, sharing time like forever. Hoping to always continue journeys I do relish the nostalgia of our walks, holding hands, caressing your forehead – reaching fingertips … Tracing your elegant persona, Manners while you…

  • On Aging

    When as a child I run rampant in field Life goes forward with every turning stone Sunshine streaming love’s energy afield ~ Our world is easy a skinned shin a shield Upon the fears of needing to atone For our sins as cognition will soon wield ~ Certain attention seems a player’s outfield Holds strength…

  • Music Drives the Soul

    Take me on a journey Let me see the fields,  golden On a summer’s day While I remain alone In a chair Unable to move beyond sipping a wine While the sun begins to set Just outside my west window ~ That’s what I imagine When I get old Older And while my eyes still…