What Crosses My Mind

  • Choices

    A person could over time lose their mind. Suppose that is the fear when those calm rather only speculate, know everyone cares. Afraid of certain words might – over the edge him, (them), her. © Thom Amundsen. 11/2021

  • Days Ago; Weeks Ahead

    Did you wonder if it was about then, that time, when we, well, while the world grew cynical around our own lives. Did you ever think we might be as necessary the cogs in the wheel, as anyone else who symbolized that same hypocrisy. Would you walk with me, just for a short while so…

  • Standing on Fences

    I didn’t, no. I could believe it might go a way my dreams, had suggested so. I would be reminded when she could walk slow, I’d be blinded by anything beyond  being so. Autumn skies, to add a sadness while across the way, she stood, she smiled, she danced, without anyone needing her to know,…

  • If Ever I Could

    I might be that person I thought I wanted to be the one that would capture your attention, the man who would become your king, I remember the hours that would go by when I first began to compose my serenade to you, I could travel for miles listening to every note that might remind…

  • When Your Hand I Held

    We picked the music, walked together while everyone smiled, glassy eyed, to each of us we had chosen a path, our favorites were the melodies we knew to be such delightful reminders of just that happiness we had chosen. When your hand I held, and walked the aisle while the violin played behind, well it…

  • We Bleed at the Doorstep (dedicated to Marcos Pantaleon)

    Our lives are here together We share our triumphs With the same energy that consumes Our despair We now know tragedy on a personal level Not the first time We know the risks while others Simply do not own Or care to understand And yet tonight We are one and we are strong And Boston…