What Crosses My Mind

  • Sweet Albatross

    would that we might seek refuge in a distance be aware of our surroundings I will guide you by wing sweeping upon distant perils and swallows trust me for it is my guidance would you chance in the grips of Nature’s siege upon a human whose quiet fallibility reveals itself in a distant memory.

  • Albatross of Words

    He was blessed one lament might imagine A gift of gab suggests notions driven. Drawing circles upon colorful lines by need, sacrifice, like well mannered wines. A departure constrained, value in word To such a degree one might cry absurd. Painful, ridicule, delightful repose Confusion defined response we suppose. For when actions shouted speak now aloud…