What Crosses My Mind

  • Sadly Reflective Horizons

    Sunlight streams really occur, in fashion Shant we deny views that delight humans Said orb of mystique meets satisfaction Smiles are a better scene, quiet factions. ~ Across blue pastel we color sweet soul Among people we love; we might dispel Actual love soothes rampant body whole Ask of peace, and nature may cast a spell ~…

  • 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…

  • I Have These Dreams

    That I am suddenly in a different place, this world of ours so fluid with change I find I am constantly losing my own face when everywhere motives we rearrange. ~ I’m sitting in my own privacy tonight suddenly I have some flash of memory I’ve been there before, I remember I might have known…

  • My Moon is Wonder

    I noticed as the sky erupted with sole beauty mystique always at hand, nearby holding court wide in stride we recognize our humanity aims high, always illuminations to report. ~ I do recall as a child in my quiet obstinacy often a long stare, in wonder of a still glance until one day a friend…

  • alone

    this happened, on overwhelming alignment reality patterned by the actions of the mind, I lament. ~ is an energy enough detail to sustain inevitable outcomes thought to entail periodic notions of a fable. ~ for I am kidding when I do jest deep hideous caverns of thought those I’d rather did not rest upon my…

  • The Next Day (Why Paris?)

    When sun arose to widen sleepy eyelid A calm begun soon turned memory horrific We wake shadowed in darkness, a slow embrace Shattered dreams begun inside stranger despair. The news however distorted cannot rid Crying heart, confused eyes, reality’s prolific Mastery of human nature’s fallible race. Once thrive her eyes this morning lacking air. No…

  • Whisper Autumn

    While skies begin a stretch of cooler winds body seeming to recognize limits each stepping stone, virtual time rescinds calculate further storm than time admits. ~ A child witness color – aging leaves headstrong emotions tacked upon crackles like a midnight fire sparks ember heaves slow to respond yet beauty sheds shackles. ~ Perhaps a…

  • Listen to My Muse

    What drives the soul, this early autumn morning when all the task of our lives looms the horizon how is it a crystal clear sunrise with pastel blues treats the mind a solace of desire to admire. ~ I would if it were true leave all that is abhorring well behind the mantra of ‘if…

  • Morning Solace

    When wake of day the sunlit rays cause a stir we might know the beauty of another may. When soul do cross path, we might register a new sort of peace, a kindly takeaway ~ We do welcome the light of day with hope a happiness may speak volumes so near to the heart of…

  • When Pain Is Real

    No longer is a possibility an afterthought No deeper can our hearts be further fraught No more, no more, We cannot circumvent our cursory passion. ~ When pain is real, oft consequence the lesser Paralytic feature while truths shield the confessor The breathing banter Escapes with certainty, a frightening fashion. ~ While judgment acts svelte in…