What Crosses My Mind

  • If When Where

    If in a moment I might See your eyes in moonlight. I would remember I already know. When in the shadows Your intimacy, is a light Holds bright in my mind. Where that day may be Like a bridge that we know Is in Madison county. It’s then an afternoon ice cream A pause, a…

  • Strong Presence

    When the immediate becomes Our primary focus. Measures of time put aside, With memory and somber moments. All quiet reminders, what once was. Today it lays ahead yet we caution  Ourselves to peek too far. A full moon suggests our psyche, While deep inside we are safe. Bless the moment when the now Begins our…

  • Out of the Mind

    Comes this fairy tale some would call it a fast and friendly gale of why whenever might our soul in peace prevail change will be our writ. ~ Seems clear we see life as a partial of our being always in question is life though some are arguing doesn’t matter this strife we are meant…

  • When Last We Imagine

    It isn’t until we know, that we decide we won’t go down that path again, we want to, want to stay there, watch the leaves turn see the beauty laid out before us, when no one need be nearby to remind us of just what was there all this while all this time energy spent…

  • A Week Doesn’t Matter

    Tears remain the same, the task ahead not as daunting as the moment, yet we haven’t chosen to let go of the moment. Perhaps the force of human nature in all of its eventuality will call our hand where then we will be asked by being told, it is time to move on, create another…

  • A Reactive Moment

    Ever might be the promise of a dream when in the eyes of a child, shows prowess is in an archival presence the nature of what was once, is now in a jester an unstable posture. ~ Speak with such is our utmost need to qualify to have a creative desire to answer an immediate…

  • A Question of Authenticity

    All my life, a struggle has ensued, when papering my walls with legal pad writings, one after another after hours, after years, until years later, the wallpaper came down, storage boxes collecting dust and shadows.   Someone said once, who do you see, what might you feel, in a glance in the mirror when the…

  • The Deepest Cut

    There in the silence a wandering soul, human being whom when asked will respond, will navigate inside a moment.   What is it the seeming attraction takes their heart beyond finding peace, instead persecution offers solace before a quiet passion.   Once in a storybook lived a man who did question his life, the meaning…

  • When Wonder Whines

    I sometimes look at the world we live in, and I wonder, is it mine to simply understand or is what there is to believe as complicated as it might seem.   The people I interact with have similar hopes, we all feel certain the goodness in our hearts yet how often have we let…

  • The Humanity of Letting Go

    I feel things, since living dark realities a childhood without scars, yet, somehow beaten, the foundation of a quiet turmoil always is that centering point of personal fear.   In our society we question judgment public scrutiny, filling the airwaves is a certain attractive seduction meant to take our minds away from our own persecution.…