What Crosses My Mind

  • Shadows And Dreams

    There are places we remember they hold promise to our dreams Faces we remember, constant in our dreams. If only all the shadows might speak might come alive when then when how could we forget the shadows and the faces. We might feel pain yet there is always the afterward when given pause when thoughts…

  • Fighting Demons

    We all know them, some a first name salutation, waiting under our bed, hiding in closets, appearing as a shadow in the middle of the night. Ever see a moment when the flash of an eye we wonder, did that or is it what is my imagination if not a real experience I can tell…

  • Dreams & Shadows

    Thank God for dreams though they might frighten in a scheming time no filters no recourse just a forcibly open mind. Welcome to a bright ‘sunshiny morning’ So much enhanced seeing the light of day leaving darkness behind my eyes did open I did feel a sudden pain slowly lifted stepped away in my dreams…

  • In Shadows

    Where my reality lives, I sometimes never know, depends upon the breathing, a slight rasp might mean finding an edge, a smooth inhale is the sign of reaching an end. I do know though, when I glance to my side, in a sunlit morning, I can see myself, that part of me no one might…

  • Wonders of the Day

    How do moments become real, those that remain, stay on the mind, trigger our notions to react today. ~ When we wake in the morning do we decide, today we’ll slide our lives into a deep cavernous fault ~ I remember being a child at young and all my days were spent with clays modeling…

  • Shadows of My Heart – for a good friend

    I want you to know how real I am, can be, want you to know why, how come, when, because. As every question crosses your mind think of me, her, maybe him, each one of us might just answer the same. We like happy, good energy, positive words, delightful expressions they make me feel really…

  • I Cry Sometimes

    In the public eye what appears is shadows Silent images along a wall Faceless yet moving The physicality is all that really tells A story A moment A person looking directly cannot realize The true extent of the shadow’s eyes For their blank Unseen crevices in a brick foundation If for a glimpse Inside the…

  • Dancing with my Skeletons

    It was just the other day In a cold December way. We were dancing on the avenue When I noticed I might review. Shadows always would loom Darkening the dim lit room, Where I might seek refuge Allowing the onslaught; a deluge Of memory driven desires tapped Sealed, locked away and trapped Within a moment…

  • Writing My Memoirs

    I thought about it ~ One day ~ And then fifty years went by I realized the stars hadn’t aligned Maybe if I took the time ~ To reflect upon where my life has led Gathering capsules where I’ve normally fled ~ Highlight the moments That fatal winter When everything changed and I began To…