What Crosses My Mind

  • Once in a Savage Moon

    It is in the city I live in, surrounded by neighbors I’d maybe wish to know better than I do, beyond the hellos, the waves, the talk of lawns and summer ending. Last night I imagined the moon and everything it brought to my mind. The rains were apparent, so I could not see it…

  • The Importance of Beauty

    We live in a society of measure. Of mirrors and reflections and purposeful glances. We operate by sensing physicality alone, even when made aware of a far deeper context to what is beauty in our lives, in our society. This is an important subject to dwell upon in light of the ugliness we are experiencing…

  • Humanity Pleads Perfection

    If while our lives compete silence stands beyond our wares.   Pre-disposed to finding value in a fragile state of mind.   We dig humanity, its pitfalls suggested to be given advocacy.   Wanting to forge forward in valor a calculated appraisal of possibility.   When suggestion speaks necessarily give allowance no matter scrutiny.  …

  • Summer Dreams

    Wish for a chance to capture such beauty As lights our horizon, an accentuate calm. Satisfy urgency, sweet like the palm Solace upon heart sought serenity.   Silent eyes seeking accessible paths A walk is meditation in such air Having found freedom, surreal is where Let go of resentments, wild wanton wrath.   A forest,…

  • We Wonder Love

    Glance close in my eyes will the love be receptive is it as real as it feels inside when upon your eyes I look to see your truth.   If when I let you see me, might the caution you feel be my own strength of wanting a world of respect; in ignorance we know…

  • 5am

    I don’t know their names only a familiar dance tree limbs come alive there a ritual serenade She would give me words to fill in the quiet pause a song for every voice the melody of summertime Oh to know beauty and grace serendipity in silence we face

  • Taking A Walk

    a walk in the woods quiet serene streamed light we listen to silence rustling breeze we can hear the sound begin from across the lake, until in our world, we sense the true nature of a forest, maple, pine, birch, a history of love in recluse taking a walk one day I realize we are…

  • Watching The Snowy Night Sky

    I’ve been waiting all day for the snow, now I glance my window, it arrives with a light affection reminds me of my childhood perhaps a memory that haunts me more than love the delight of family, the anticipation of a gathering, the death of a cousin, where in my silent fog of misunderstanding, I…

  • For There Is Love

    We are taught to know love, a spectacular spiritual solemnity we embrace wonder wander through our lives with a constant in some evaluative sojourn.   We know lives touch the spirit of others in quiet encounters a silence can speak so tenderly in its clarity to know her, answer him, wander through a myriad of…

  • If We Were To Know

    Would we be the same if wherever we go vastly different claims would question ego.   I sat on a hill one day imagining my life wondering time away wandering in strife   So many of us each time we think we figured it out we walk again in line acting we know all about.…