What Crosses My Mind

  • Something In The Fog

    In the quiet of morning a glance perchance some catharsis looming. We know the quiet in silence in chance something in a silent reckoning happening to each of us alone though there would be chance is only tone the manner a solitude beyond an awkward resonance with time and shadows forward acting upon this rhyme…

  • Stranger’s Friends

    We waltz throughout natural rendezvous Untethered energy allays patterned view. Look me in the eye, do you reconcile, We might share humanity, peace, awhile. ~ Walk past the shelter, encounter, a chance candid when shared, a friendly glance might in immediacy become a threat little regard for sordid reality’s vet. ~ Common ground when once ago passion fall,…

  • Our Silent Muse

    We all have one, somewhere nearby, or elsewhere, that copy, a shadow, a response we failed to hear until we once encounter a moment of clarity when the stars align, we decide to … understand. rather than continuing the battle of individuality we suddenly are together, without any demand. That’s when our muse whomever, whatever,…