What Crosses My Mind

  • Soft Echo

    I have listened for years Laying up on the ground Each time was a new reminder I would never really be found. I have thought this reality Most unusual is my sanity Potentially even ground As dove song listen sounds I remember my own sense of nothing I knew forever I could be found

  • Stepping Away

    Many times in my life, have I stepped away, taken a breather, had my hand forced … yet, when does the time come when we can honestly say, the choice is my own for me to decide in some sort of even way, not a hostile arrangement, by any means, so out of character, would…

  • Two Would Pass Together

    (dedicated to the goodness of time, a friend and his family) When in a moment we might reflect upon the reason, we could together share a memory, the fleeting laughter, we would do this together, wouldn’t we create a scene, a wonderful attribute, of the years, oh the many years, the travels we knew without…

  • The Moon Spins While Being Human

    Just when – a life – began to know, the world would turn upside down, up and down, the roller coaster of living, that piece of life, that living peace, the part of never knowing exactly why, why not, why should we begin to feel there is a real reason, it would be so easy,…

  • While Winter Whisper

    Oh to play with the notion of thought, to understand the reasoning behind purpose, attitude, maybe the inspiration, we all do seek when lost in the shuffling nature of the season.   Oh, when winter will remark upon a simple morning frost, to make allowance for concept, to create, maybe instinctive, our bodies, our selves,…

  • Sweet Morning Peace

    Oh I do wish the world might offer solace When it is we are all wandering an alone, A wonder is to recognize any one pace Could, would offer a shoulder to unknown   Soul who cries in the midst of happiness, For it is the season to seek absolute joy, Because we were told,…

  • While Digging

    With a mental spade in hand, I broke ground in a volatile land.   It is the sort of tale we often forget, when suddenly life simply won’t relent.   I crossed over into a forgotten meadow, only to find I’d still carried a shadow.   There is a reality in knowing the right word…

  • If In Our Quiet Moments

    If not for the power of greed, Have I been a loose cannon of need.   If only while our world crumbles beyond, We still might use laughter to carry on.   If well before the dawn of new civilization, Would we still use ignorance to define a nation.   If while this short time…

  • We Might Yearn a Child’s Eye

    While we ran the backyards, the slow walk through the dandelions pollened by summer’s bees, we did think alone, the same way we, the same notions, we may have today, the same wonderment of the psychological nature, compels our being, causes our heart to swoon, allows for the time to stand still, we can all…

  • In Shadows

    Where my reality lives, I sometimes never know, depends upon the breathing, a slight rasp might mean finding an edge, a smooth inhale is the sign of reaching an end. I do know though, when I glance to my side, in a sunlit morning, I can see myself, that part of me no one might…