What Crosses My Mind

  • In Darkness There is a Blue

    Trying to find that color, searching since a child, I remember gatherings with friends my age and teenage elders, those we all wished to emulate, sitting amongst ourselves, laughs, giggles, smiles, seduction, every aspect of the human condition, would enhance this sensation, our sensory being. ~ I could lay in the middle of a field…

  • An Autumn Sky

    Oh we do see the autumn of our lives each season holds promise to the wise, ah, to breathe sordid remnants of summer where twilight body bathed in hot slumber   Now to wander in the mind inside a travel on sunsets and rises we felt could unravel. That perseverance such is humanity fierce that…

  • To Reach The Sky

    When on a walk one early summer morn A man began to think of life beyond He paused to watch while children so forlorn Seemed occupied in games they thought so fond.   While certain parts of life seem unattained If standing here today would measure love Then all the man would need to feel…

  • Just Waking – A Sonnet

    When the skies are meant to design my day Reflect upon the chosen roads carve my way While shadow the puddles from the rains Remind ourselves as we joyful splash remains ~ Soothe the eyes inside restful morning’s light Awaken the dreams, desires, places we might Satisfy our needs as we discuss the hours beyond…

  • Twilight Speaks

    I wait for these moments, clearly, when some how I begin, there isn’t a way to describe the need for expression to find an outlet that feels right, feels just almost like a fine thread being needled through a canvas, an artist’s sketch, a Van Gogh perhaps in the mind of that person creates the…

  • Beauty is Love

    ~ We try to define our concept of beauty in glamour and complement, rich in hue yet wild while indecisive fear give plenty to insecurity we are left feeling only the blue ~ We pattern our actions to design a facade masks that some would protest to be real when examined difficult arguments we’d laud this…

  • Time Release

    Inside a profound fog, the sort that speaks, silent as a breeze, noticeable along the way, are the many realities we sometimes, try to pretend away. ~ Walking alone I might understand, there is little nearby to disturb my pace, yet my same state of mind, wants to survive inside the maelstrom of a city…

  • Stand Still

    Watch the skies move above crystal clear summer night each star with a story making connections to a childhood, an adulthood, that should suffice our need. Yet, we wander wanting more from the sky this permanence of delightful clusters a white streak across our night allows us to imagine something much greater than ourselves. Then…

  • Who Might Decide?

    the rains fall covering naked skin wet, nourishing, cleansing light taps on window sills asking to be felt by fingertips tracing their moisture in rivers. If we don’t feel the water there is no purpose to the storm. Our hearts can easily break in free moments when we decide to leave our shelter behind … truly…

  • Life Lines – a haiku

    No news is good news take a long cool walk instead Skies are all ways blue