What Crosses My Mind

  • Captured

    It’s when thought becomes trapped. Lives are cycles rotating around one another. If to stop means to breathe, what’s left except to fade away unappreciated. Seems thought will merit indecision until later on when all else fails suddenly the notion of giving space so ideal yet too late. If we can capture what it means…

  • Watching The Sunrise

    Simple really. Nothing complicated about watching its spectacular image rising over the horizon. Makes you wonder for a moment, just a thought, how small we really are, and how magical is the sunlight on a summer’s day. Watching the stars overnight and falling asleep in the sky, a peek of morning sunshine, lights up the…

  • When I Was Alone

    I used to cry a lot, the tears readily descending my cheeks. If I let myself go the sobbing was rather spectacular, to tell a tale. When I was alone, I would stare out windows count the slats in my blinds, waiting for the sunlight, and then watching the light descend into another night, while…

  • As A Little Boy

    He would play with rocks different shapes and sizes some skippers, others too bulky, heavy ones and little pebbles. He’d release them in water, watching them float making waves to help them move along the clear floor, the rocks were everywhere, and he could play for hours forgetting everything around, only he and the wet…

  • Early Hours

    A starlit horizon eyes awake thoughts for miles already torn wondering not only the day ahead hours turn into new life, new eyes. Wonder of beauty soft and supple this newborn philosophy needs nurturing hands to guide such is a birthing soul. What will she love when bringing joy into the hearts of all who…

  • Three Years Later

    I still want to figure it out even when it doesn’t matter, I think about those days, all the different ways we did live our lives, we did hide our sorrows. I think about the time now, the what ifs the why nots the constant barrage of never knowing how. We live a certain way…

  • The Dawning

    Now we wait for that’s all that happens anticipating she’s readying herself we are excited it is the dawning, a child in our midst, about to take early breaths, those first moments, that miracle, the birth of a child. Think about the beauty, a precious gift, cannot imagine a more definitive reality of what is…

  • Loyalty

  • A Walk Inside A Dream

    Took a walk inside a dream, seemed the same, each waking moment, a breath of wonder then wander back inside visit old friends stir memories of an attitude the sort of look in an eye when we might fall into the shell of our selves inside the dream everything happens we sometimes wish away from…

  • Morning Solace

    We might the pain of waking when nightmares seem preferred inside the mind a constant turn this medley of dream will mix with morning dawn absence is reality tearing quiet the soul in utter confusion Yet the sun does rise even when shadowed within sweet grief