What Crosses My Mind

  • Feeling The Rains

    He didn’t have to look outside today to feel the sunshine quickly step away. We sense the energy, a rainy day would bring our sorrows into light of day. Soft in a cleansing wash would now the fray of a conscience in pain, solemn display. Oh to know the special nature such lay ahead in…

  • When Walking in the Wood

    I noticed tonight, a deeper darkness filling the mysterious quiet of the wood, a forest of our mind.   We choose now today to be afraid, we could walk freely when in the stone castles a moat our greatest fear.   Oh certain there were evil lurking inside the shallows, yet vulnerable as we might…

  • I Looked Into the Eyes of a Dying Woman

    The other day, I traveled across a state to say good-bye to a friend. I did it because I wanted her to realize just how worth it she is. I did it for the love I have for her and her children. I did it because I cared. But the trip wasn’t meant to be…

  • I’m a kid

    remember that first time an adult held me in their arms? a precious moment complete vulnerability so now today while I stand alone there is a population of feigned ignorance mysteriously forgetting I belong

  • Always Practical

    Was it always this simple The practical practice Of knowing one another So the strengths and weakness Might somehow balance   Were we that naïve in beginnings A trip to Europe See the world and imagine life From a perspective beyond The normalcy we are taught to hold.   I remember the time I came…

  • Only The Glow of My Laptop

    It is a summer night now to be sure My mind is beyond always elsewhere here I wonder listen to the bullfrog near Lily pad in fiction’s eerie picture   I wait for the silence of night rhythm Tells me of some other creature nearby A passing wolf, perhaps more fox in sly Quiet wood…

  • Listening, As Bullfrogs Might

    Outside my window, The sky black in twilight, No breeze to offer an anxious Tear into a calm evening.   Except the bullfrogs near Must be a dozen at least A three sound utterance Shared by another nearby   Three times that’s all, Perhaps the pitch might change, Another again will chime in, They’ll all…

  • The Beginnings of How We Believe

    I suppose there has to be a little peace, the mind in a restful state, oh and music offers a solace, an avenue to draw the heart along a wonderful path of sweetness.   I remember as a child there was this hilltop, can’t call it a mountain, but the anyway was the reach, a…

  • The Passing, of a Day

    When begins insurmountable task, the waking anxiety, a desire to burrow rather than the music of the day.   We all seemingly rise to a pattern so familiar, oddly routine, sometimes forgetting simple beauty.   Our lives caught up in the now, my mother used to say, he’s a now person referring to life, whenever…

  • I Am Affected

    I am affected by maybe one, perhaps two, often it might be you, the state of mind I carry through my day, coordinates with how I feel, how I say, I’m doing just okay, and then the hours creep on by until later in my own quiet solace, I realize the two, maybe one, maybe…