What Crosses My Mind

  • Beauty’s Repose

    *** In twilight hour when moonlit streaks in nighttime waves, sudden urges mount a heavy heart to wonder when, maybe how, in the brightness of day, the change will be made. Such round orb mentality skewed resource of fragile strength within the heart’s own organic timing, waits again for fear and indecision purveyors of frailty.…

  • Moments by Moonlight – A Sonnet

        We are a memory in someone’s eyes unless we forget to glance where it lies. How many evenings have we remembered late shadows a rendezvous; we weathered a storm of passion tasting skin envy. Our searching mind tells tales known, every lost moment by moonlight, when still we pause to feel the solar…