What Crosses My Mind

  • There In The Deep Wood

    There in the deep wood I would watch, the lights on the house in the distance burn, the figures inside I knew like my own, in the damp soil, I would wait in the wood. wondering if they would ever venture out, would they wonder where I might next shout. There in the deep wood…

  • Traveling Alone

    Oh, tell me good stranger the outcome of time, When one solitary sign might feel inclined To wonder about life in all of its travail, Is it true a compassionate soul is virtue.   Or are we perhaps a mockery of our time, Imagining only the fantasy of the mind. How often do we find…

  • Love, Time & Death

    It’s New York, of course, where lives do happen, cross through Central Park, onto 7th until we find ourselves, sitting on a bench, wondering where everyone is coming from, hoping that we might find peace.   We keep looking in their eyes, sometimes the notice is true, others, they walk by searching themselves for some…

  • Walking Faceless

    Taking a stroll downtown to walk the pavement The many faces, the many eyes, the many silent Moments that brush past their shoulders every Waking morning, every tired day’s end so ready ~ Return home or to that place they find some solace A refuge with walls, cornerstones; a quiet palace Dinner is prepared with…