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…

  • The Gallery

    Such is a shadow, a lonely walk the energy of a soul finding their way his way her adventure perhaps his imagination a painting to lose his mind while trying desperate measures the sort of bind that seems attractive rather than one of ridicule when the reality of the game is revealed in gallery seven,…

  • 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…

  • Quiet Intersections

    When tears would will in sight were our lives I watched you walk, still forty years later survives. ~ Just the trace of boots stepping across pavement no eyes yet, only the roots of then just as love meant ~ Today our lives are romantic we choose to recall, spend moments imagining, a tantric soliloquy, dance,…

  • Eccentric Complement

    When life stopped, that ideal romantic interlude, our travel together, we were a match in the fall of ’78, ’79 I looked in your eyes, while the traffic went by, didn’t matter really, your smile radiant, you had your elegant demeanor, I was a young lad, you were my gift, I couldn’t imagine a more…

  • 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.…

  • Letters from Home

    When I was a child I had a good friend who went to his cabin as time would lend I remember a day when another neighbor and I sat at our table to write him a letter. We were barely 13 and I suggested we do this as and act of kindness he’d remember later.…

  • Wander Wild Abandon

    Welcome in the rains of summer please, the changing of the season’s guild. We will soon forget the arctic torment, cried our souls for warmth and grace. human realities will begin to appease those necessary rituals of sunlit faith, toward risque highlights, and low cut silks that will arouse a man’s eyes, tight fabrics that…

  • Romantic Interludes

    When did you last reach for the sky Or did you turn on the box instead? When last did you hope for a prayer Or decide that you are tired and stay away? How often do we ask for a reprieve From the daily grind of our wares? ~ I haven’t found the time to…