What Crosses My Mind

  • Remember Once

    There was this book-bag seemed to hold a truth some passionate memory like a one I could be there I felt you near me wanting only your love and your shared eyes ours together we could cry and still know the truth ~ My path is my own I am happy to share as long…

  • Changing Paths – I Still Do

    We all know what we believe in the moment as we breathe the air around us would our lives begin to rush beyond the truth of what is love, what lays within our heart, how does the soul feel sweet reckoning. ~ I have experience in the truth of changing paths listened to fear tried…

  • Wishing Dreams

    A spirit guide might visit a passion setting in stride life’s beauty is a ride. Yet time does wait upon internal remnants churning within my psyche. While outside lives a life of pleasantry agreeable acceptance and absolutes, if only the traveling disdain subside. Would then wishful dreams pass forward an energy with love could line…

  • Stories we remember

    Though time may seem immediate with passing turn hours, those minute moments help define the way. A certain glance, a look, a kiss would thrill the heart of any man, surely who might long refrain. Setting where two people held kiss an indiscretion speak sweet nostalgic the world churning without a guess. She stole his…

  • Two Soul

    We did when once held eyes then spoke of feeling blessed. We asked each other if that held inside matched each other. Would wits in unison strike gold or a stricken fever would be the natural course of love when fraught with fear the flip-side will prevail. We spoke of time in a sudden fantasy…

  • Sitting Around In Summertime

    I was thinking about the other night when the sun shined in my apartment, slats creating patterns across the woodwork. I thought I might rather watch them fade across the walls then close the shudders when in the evening I no longer wondered about the outside only that happening in here tonight. ~ Seems there…

  • Wander Away At 60

    I wonder sometimes, the rains outside no different than they ever can be, paint the ground with symbolic elements of nature, if we could all just walk away hang out in the woods, stay alone away from carrying on misinterpretations of what it is we might have once realized and then, well the time, watch…

  • 3 AM

    lights low, what’s happening in here no one might ever know. The cast of a dozen stories one day to the next, perhaps a romance again. Seems easy to dream when the lover is alone hopeful she might understand. Its 3 am blues are alive waiting alone to feel some fatigue beyond the daily drain.…

  • Confinement

    Wish to reveal innermost details when caught outside a comfort zone. A simple pleasure perhaps spiritual becomes less gregarious when alone. Each time we try suggested walks close, we know the circumstance of pain wandering rogue outside common holes, while the nature of our being refrain. Once I felt the world beyond the crest, insignificant…

  • If I Might Be This

    I am slowly beginning to age, a sort of catching up where my youth did seem resilient to a process of slowing down. ~ And yet am I ready would be the question we might all wish an answer to find some distant resolution. ~ See the life of the average man, always pining for…