What Crosses My Mind

  • Passion

    I wanted to grow old with you, but I didn’t know what that would mean. As days would accumulate, I wondered how long we’d forgotten.  An energy embodies lovers, sometimes it’s really hard to measure. The years take flight too fast, couldn’t catch up beyond the errors. Everywhere I turned I failed, only to find…

  • Summer is Now a Reflection

    I came to realize her days are numbered the scent of blossom begins to wane, slowly drawn toward eventual harvest, night skies begin to shift our eyes upon constellate cooler streams of light to suggest her time has come. ~ In evening breeze we listen clear the melody of a cricket greeting Nature’s compelling stronghold…