What Crosses My Mind

  • Remember Once

    There was this book-bag seemed to hold a truth some passionate memory like a one I could be there I felt you near me wanting only your love and your shared eyes ours together we could cry and still know the truth ~ My path is my own I am happy to share as long…

  • Moments in a Blizzard

    Windswept sky designs landmark, the world is being blanketed by that force greater than our own, a magical parade of Nature’s wrath, in the simplest manner of beauty.   Oh her strength apparent inside the wonder of it all, the winter storm, a blizzard upon our discontent, perhaps we might fly away.   Lost inside…

  • If, Wonder Might Recall

    We circle our lives in a constant twirl deciding upon a sacred trust of following trails cascading in waters a fresh, puritanical veil we are always looking, wondering, in a wander if this is what is meant to be our only real.   Remember when as a child the sweet irony of morning the sun…

  • Conversations With My Dad

    People suggest we ought not imagine conversations with the dead.   The afterlife we’re told often speculation a creation of our own need to reconnect.   Yet if it weren’t true they’re listening, then these tears that fall would not be real.   I have conversations with my dad, the difficult questions, the hard to…

  • While Winter Whisper

    Oh to play with the notion of thought, to understand the reasoning behind purpose, attitude, maybe the inspiration, we all do seek when lost in the shuffling nature of the season.   Oh, when winter will remark upon a simple morning frost, to make allowance for concept, to create, maybe instinctive, our bodies, our selves,…

  • A Farewell Plea

    If the world turn suddenly brilliant with fire, what would be the response, a natural desire. if in armageddon we are selectively defined, what matters the moments where we wined.   While we imagine buildings collapse, lives lost in this magical spectacle of an embryonic frost, is the notions of survival even an able cause…

  • Nine Line Parallels (part 2)

    When a child reaches for the sky arms spread without conviction, simple pleasure, a naivety is desire we clap our hands allow the momentum of innocence might prosper toward a freedom in idyllic tones. (part 2)

  • Ancient Moon / Blood Moon

    We see the same you and I, years before we stood today. We wonder similar paths while away our worried soul yet out there again just the same the blood red moon, holds us all we are together once again, like the time before, and when we did, wonder the same, that other eon, that…

  • Sweet Aftershock

    The blue sky remained outside immediately afterward, the crowded room changed faces immediately afterward. The reckoning, a personal march of emotion, that enigma of the true human spirit that weathers the test of chance remained immediately afterward. Without memory we cannot recall the demon or sprite, faery or ogre, attached to our limbs, our mind’s…

  • I Can See

    Which one are you in the midst of time, a clever rendezvous in life’s sweet climb. ~ Perhaps you held the key to love all along the rest being shelled, wanting to belong. ~ I watched a moment twenty years ago today that’s what you meant, acting in that plaintive way. ~ If we could…