What Crosses My Mind

  • I Listen To Old Rock And Roll

    Moments in my life where the matter is my own, Trying to overcome a sense of personal grief. I reach to music to help define my frame of mind, Giving credence to melodic notes, my nostalgia. Oh the lyrics that do certainly bring me home, Traveling on the highways for decades of time. I remember…

  • A Certain Melody

    I remember a time traveling the highway short ride to my exit just off the city ramp, ~ So many occasions I thought only of you soft chords of a melody when I listen tonight still … ~ Maybe it is the Beatles, back then the Fab Four – ‘Back in the USSR’ meant little…

  • The Library (frosty eyes)

    We know were kind eyes for a life did I unfold a passion years later could a gift a sudden remind once then did we kiss to hold and know life would live well beyond our years when then this might be a sudden delight in eyes, in heart, in soul our mind’s eye could…

  • Pieces of Time

    I wonder about what might remain, the pieces of me throughout a memory, is it my own, someone I knew, I know, a circumstance I cannot return.   If I were to wander far enough into the forest, might I be sure to follow some path a traveling analogy holding promise for tomorrow.   Forever…

  • A Nostalgic Christmas Fairy Tale

    We met in a college football atmosphere, eyes locked immediate intrigue, the sort you might not remind anyone for it is meant to be a quiet recall, a soft memory when everyone else went home.   There’s no one left to remember, except perhaps her, the snowball fight, the falling flakes as big as night…

  • Always Practical

    Was it always this simple The practical practice Of knowing one another So the strengths and weakness Might somehow balance   Were we that naïve in beginnings A trip to Europe See the world and imagine life From a perspective beyond The normalcy we are taught to hold.   I remember the time I came…

  • The Sitting Hours

    I always looked forward to the late hours, the night flying by with dialogue and absurdities, everything we could say we believed, and more importantly, we loved, We did delight in knowing we could look in each other’s eyes, well into the twilight, all of us, whoever might have chosen the time, or simply allowed…

  • Summer Rains

      I woke in sweet pause to the summer rains Glance toward the sky in misty eyed ponder While worlds begin day in routine refrains We might all know beauty is our wonder.   In our lives where cause might allow reveal Our choice to become the pureness we wish Always measured in will of knowing…

  • Knocking On Doors

    I choose to navigate the open walkways, a common thread similarities in typical days places I dread. I wonder sometimes about certain choice if we might know just why it is we find the time to rejoice, however swift hearts grow. When a decision in retrospect is made we sometime slow realize that memory that…

  • I Came Back Home …

    To catch a dream … I suppose visits are marginal, memories, reflection, hold the hope of lives lost or known – misunderstood misfortunes – seem to carry their own weight, have a bearing who we are, were then, now what we might have become, or some hope to think we have realized that fortune of…