What Crosses My Mind

  • If She Knew

    There in the wind lays definition, she called them changing winds. If we could recreate days of passion perhaps then love properly gleaned. ~ Yet days and hours of time forgotten, though symbolic reminders lay about we could in simple terms relive again. Beauty in circumstance beyond doubt. ~ Oh follow me on this our…

  • Responsive Journey

    A quiet path, many minds have passed, yet inside remains alone like a ricocheting energy, a certainty in privacy, that which no one might alone experience beyond a silent beholden traveler.   Many nights, autumn mornings, spring into action while the world around might discover new purpose, a reasoning that while easily defined, still remains…

  • Traveling Mountains To Seek Valleys

    It is not the end result we seem to favor, while at the crest, noting the cool waters floating downward toward a mecca of personality, a vision of delight, a land where each of our misgivings might bathe themselves a cleanse.   It is these mountains I somehow travel, a burden is a liking to…

  • Piano Solos

    Listen, while the world rings true, a glimmer, a hope, a dance while this melody, a shape maker presents an accidental shift in memory. Imagine the rise of delightful keys, sweet muse soft patterns of reality. ~ I listen to piano solos for the breadth of tradition, that notion spoken in the hearts of many…

  • Moment to Moment

    When just the other day we didn’t have enough time now today, we certainly do, yet then again, if I were given a way, or just given away, I might find my time to be rather, quite, well, so delightfully immeasurable. Time has a way of allowing our lives to become necessary, when we glance…

  • Haiku Journey

    we travel alone searching, asking, regretting wishing we wondered ~ every morning I wake up having this dream hoping you will come ~ symbolism sheds light on difficult moments those we avoid ~ if we might challenge end’s existence evermore we cannot begin ~ she was walking slow I noticed her as always I could…

  • Upon This Day

    If truth were a double-edged sword, I might be a dead man For I do remember very little that I want to recall About those days …. When I try to ascertain the mood of the moments then I am well to understand only glorified journeyed musings About those days … We are a simple…

  • The Journey continues … (prose)

    Tonight I’m faced with wonder. I heard about a friend of mine’s brother who is on his final moments in that vehicle of a human body he has been blessed with some twenty plus years. His travel on Earth cut short by an artificial stimulant that decidedly stopped his heart, and now he awaits the…

  • Game Changers

    When I was a kid If a girl wanted to … ~ Romance … I sometimes recall those moments Took courage rather than a quick, If ever I believed in your beauty I needed to show up on your door … ~ Today … Tell me if it is difficult to know, To recognize a…

  • Journey to the Black

    Perhaps he was aligning the stars On a cold winter’s night The crowds had gone home Holding hands Playing sweet melodies That defined their lives The snow had begun to fall As any other day While hours drifted by like quick minutes His mind moved towards a solution Certainly not one we might all pick…