What Crosses My Mind

  • If When We Cry

    Policy and truth patterns in protestations. ~ What I saw today might be the same tomorrow, a different lens similar sorrow. When tears do well my eyes could you be my mirror … would you let me stand nearby though uneven would be our worlds. ~ Seems an opportunity to feel you close by might…

  • Muse Lessons

    There is that desire a described inspiration perhaps we cannot identify we only believe she he a sweet moonlight, or perhaps a simple gesture a muse is born we might go forward without knowledge, yet lessons learned, come later when the least necessary affirmation becomes our powerful epiphany perhaps a memory, a fond recall of…

  • Our Silent Muse

    We all have one, somewhere nearby, or elsewhere, that copy, a shadow, a response we failed to hear until we once encounter a moment of clarity when the stars align, we decide to … understand. rather than continuing the battle of individuality we suddenly are together, without any demand. That’s when our muse whomever, whatever,…

  • Sweet Ode to Her Eyes

    Music will light up the night Visions in tear-drawn windows Sweet sounds to remind Time in essence Do you ever recall exact meaning? We met one summer Taking classes or just noticing A certain intrigue Drew our lives together We played with our own desires Drawing nearer Letting caution be our muse ~ I remember…

  • Searching for My Muse

    Like a composer The words are the keyboard Fingertips draw out sounds Searching for a release Finding the right Intonation To suggest the feeling The emotional drive That gives strength to definition ~ I am seeking you tonight In the twilight of a star fallen sky Listening to a piano masterfully designed To allow certain…