What Crosses My Mind

  • In Dreams We Cry

    ~ When I want to cry, yet I cannot, the mask will hinder my ability to cast a shadow upon my eye. While the world exists with little regard to handle the crisis I feel will always create my own why. I cannot return to what once was that world, whether we might know one…

  • The Rains

    Soft settling mourning sounds Dawn’s awakening exploded aloud ~ Reminded of a walk, that day in clogs Around the lake, baying and yelping dogs ~ We ran for shelter under lazy trees Realizing the rains in a gentle breeze ~ I knew this neighborhood, I said Fears of the pouring water, now shed ~ Our…