What Crosses My Mind

  • Nostalgic Corners

    These are the trappings haunting my everyday, these are the joys without love the spiritual basis drawn by natural consequence. These are the fears, that when shadows reappear a smilar reckoning speaks to each moment like yesterday, today, in the moment of now, we seek some fortune in wisdom, yet these are the trappings.

  • Outside, the Rains

    With only a few drops to touch the patio blocks i can return home again, to picture window mornings watching the birds sift through the rain in natural habitat, I do recall the street became gradually river like, creating the later streams in culverts home-made sailboats would venture throughout the city neighborhoods entertaining all the children…

  • I Wonder About Time

    I mean in years your eyes haven’t changed oh there’s the brow, the lines of endearment, but the vision, the deep soul of passion, that’s what I want to continue to see, I could go forever without being near you, yet suddenly in the dash of a moment, your eyes, their spiritual ambience, their need…

  • That Letter

    personal pain seems that a lonely refrain yet years wane I cannot explain the tears that well in my eyes when I think of these words, so simple, yet, so resistant to being ever revealed. My dear sweetheart said to me the other day, how remarkable it is that four years of our lives remain…

  • I Want to Recall

    When is the year, the moment even, when suddenly my affect took a break, left my skin, my eyes, my cheeks, left a pallor of grief behind, wherever I stood, the flats remain. I want to know the time, when everything bad felt good, as all that could possibly arrive, had been extinguished, and life…

  • When I Would Think of You

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CcJDSLg-0uU I did, from afar, and close by, I adored you, beauty, grace, simple style, oh, to have the day return again, when we could walk, soft rain cool our skin, on a hot summer night. When in the brilliance of a moon swept light, we could be alone together in a crowd, just the…

  • We Had This Time

    When we might walk alone, gathering thoughts while in motion, when neither might be known except a look, a glance, a notion. Wish we might, now years later, understand just how we could ask for more time, ask for just another day, when we seamless now today bask in memory to hold our hands this way.…

  • Breathe In

    When that time arises to value our lives let the day arrive with all ifs fanfare. When the twinge of nostalgia might overwhelm, may cause inside our hearts a tear, a sadness, a what if we had then, just know that moment did occur. Now today we have our world around us, everything we believe…

  • Same Moments

    The rains would glance the glass, delicious tones played on the radio while driving in the wind. Just thinking about a time when we took our lives for a ride through the city one night, alone. We didn’t matter to anyone except ourselves our lives in the early days of being responsible. ~ When that…

  • When Rains Cleanse

    Soft, sweet rains kind, glancing off my arms and naked knees skipping in the rain ~ You used to laugh and twirl in circles thinking only happy things when the rains came ~ If I was in your eyes I mean really there reflecting off of you I could walk in any rain ~ Seems…