What Crosses My Mind

  • Watching Their World Begin

    Sweet elegance is the certain beauty of love two soul who find their journey will be one   So many possibilities, such wandering imagery yet with time in eloquence Rose and Nick   will find a world to gather in such is a storm as is the burden of the human condition alone.   The…

  • Flight

    Flight – Audio

  • 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…

  • MLK Jr. – 50 Years Ago His Words Began

    I knew this man, well, my mother, she taught me to know this man.   i remember when he spoke, his voice was beautiful, a rhapsody of passionate words to speak to everyone.   A scared nation, completely aware of what really is hell, what was this man’s tell.   I remember my mother saying…

  • Shaded Tone

    Amid a shelter sun glances my natural setting, I do imagine only the lightest of notion, the beauty of the day, the ease in time, to know our lives were meant to live this way.   When the eyes forever see the forest blend, Is it not a remarkable reality to breathe in, such beauty…

  • Mother

    A heartbeat. A cradled affection, a sense of worry is unconditional, she will always remember that one time.   Oh while the years pass, many judgments, a currency of opportunity, an aesthetic realization that depends upon her eyes, she will always remember that one time.   We willingly recall, the time she managed our innocence…

  • Spring Serenade – Sonnet

    The wisp is cool in striking sunlight sweet A daffodil, a tulip screams the soil new Bicycles, sweatshirts, hazy neighbors greet A lightness in fresh atmosphere in view. ~ Shed the dried up, cancerous arctic skin Where shelter became sweet easily drawn Inside play feverish calculate kin Surround ourselves in a warm winter yawn. ~ Begin…

  • Elegance Revisited on a Summer Lawn

    Sweet summer sounds begin night’s revelry We gather newly, friends of every walk of life distant paths did create a journey that brings us here to this date. Scan sure across the lawn and see each new smile, response, laughter suggests we all knew one another in time, another place when life moved fast, our…

  • Whistle Stop -Carpe Diem #908 Hearing

    a time before mine silent in passionate night train sounds whine ~ in present mind our lives listen to the sky a distant remind ~ the echo of nature lost in Her brilliant forest she speaks mature ~ if now in my own pleasant reality of time listen to be known ~ Carpe Diem #908…

  • Speaking of Language

    I know that when I looked at you, a new interpretation of purpose popped into mind. I suppose it was the color of your hair, the manner by which you tilted your head, how the afternoon sun might light up your eyes. I wondered about our lives, where we are, how soon we can come…