What Crosses My Mind

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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.

  • We Were Smiling (inspired by Tinsley Ellis)

    Just another day, walking, we were smiling, a lasting sunlight, I remember the day, a golden meadow field ahead, our usual place, we were smiling, I  knew there were painful moments, but just today, let’s keep  it, let’s go with the sunlight, let the smiles remain, those are so delightful, your smile, alone, I remember…

  • Nostalgic Recall

    Once a friend Reminded me of time When sitting alone I realized That way I’d remain And yet glancing into the Night sky I imagined freedom That knowing resistance Doesn’t allow the blue Feeling of abandonment In quiet Interference to remain .  A single cloud shadows the moon.  . In that moment The world continues…