What Crosses My Mind

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • A Soft Melody

    To swoon, listen to soft music, an enchanting melody. To feel the senses alive with the passion of love. To understand the beauty of holding one’s heart without asking them first the spontaneity of our vulnerability received. Something to cherish is the simple nature of knowing the truth in melody. All songs from the heart…

  • Where My Heart Is

    Same place same emotion can feel it inside sometimes the ache has an emptiness. When I rest my soul inside there seems a joy waiting to be filled. Wherever my thoughts my heart waits always ready always patient hoping to be filled again.

  • Christmas With My Coffee

    I have music playing, the kind reminds me of my childhood, sitting around the tree, listening to my dad, make Christmas morning bacon. I’m holding my coffee in my hand I have a smile on my face, listening to the past, feeling a bit of life’s Grace. It’s Christmas morning, I know I have my…

  • In Time

    We do Touch hearts Any motive in our mind Is meant as something new A fondness A memory A radio song We touch each other’s heart Its meaning, why we do

  • A Banished Soul

    It’s been banished deep inside his own soul, a non-believer a decider. ~ While begging direction all seems a regretting inclusion. ~ Like this is supposed to happen common rants hopeful outcomes that then deliberately trip on ramps. ~ An all extolling soul would already, having seen the cast in whole stay at the ready.…

  • This Little Man

    He exists only in some plan a diversion of mine and hers we are lost in our own hearts one simple flare of the Man. ~ Seems there can be a truth, we listen, bear our hearts without worry of wrath, imparts a cycle of hurt so very uncouth. ~ If in God’s eyes he…

  • She Wanted My Path

    When first glance, our smiles filled the room we couldn’t believe it true so we held fast, didn’t want to let go just let things become, and the fires began, the winds couldn’t last. ~ I wonder sometimes if it could have rained sooner then the tears we now seem to know, if instead our…

  • To Find My Soul

    Often as the wind might change direction so does my heart begin its own journey to find my soul, to search for absolution from the scariest parts of my, my disarray. ~ Oh to know the beast of my own conclusive nature toward wanting only a defeated psyche. One could easily describe such is my…