What Crosses My Mind

  • Last Night In Shadows

    I waited outside criss crossed windows anticipating her, our lives together like always, we were meant to be here. She rounded the banister, bedtime linens flowing in the darkness a light behind would shine her soul such is the beauty of a woman in love in a twilight. Her smile lit up the night, this…

  • Twilight Conscience

    Swift breeze is nonchalant to a unique settings. Silent hour forever in the mind of an observer, a starry horizon will stretch a furthest minute to give benefit to psychic appraisal of reason.   Stand awake in time a twilight enhanced howl whereby our lives will in natural light return. For the moment we might…

  • Ticking Clocks

    It’s 2 am a little Brubeck echoing in the silence some distant harmony making allowance for a mind unable to shut down, just quiet, listening to various clocks set their own time, ticking reminders of the seconds, tearing about the fabric of our own sanity.   There are pictures on the wall, each holding court…

  • Listening, As Bullfrogs Might

    Outside my window, The sky black in twilight, No breeze to offer an anxious Tear into a calm evening.   Except the bullfrogs near Must be a dozen at least A three sound utterance Shared by another nearby   Three times that’s all, Perhaps the pitch might change, Another again will chime in, They’ll all…

  • The Sitting Hours

    I always looked forward to the late hours, the night flying by with dialogue and absurdities, everything we could say we believed, and more importantly, we loved, We did delight in knowing we could look in each other’s eyes, well into the twilight, all of us, whoever might have chosen the time, or simply allowed…

  • Twilight’s Reckoning

    looked outside when the skies cleared was wondering if I might see what I was looking for today, if it might be any different distinguishing another day, another time perhaps, when my purpose stood before me. When you spend some time looking at the starlit sky, waiting for the fall, can’t help realize there’s far…

  • Crossing Twilight

    Walking slow, a barren street ahead around the quiet of still voices tucked away with a sort of purpose, he just strolls invisible to the world around him, using the stars to guide him somewhere he just doesn’t know. listen to the night sky, the sweep in the evening breeze, always when he reaches the…

  • 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…

  • Waves of Twilight

    Inside the silent retrospection lay contemplation, will each opportunity occur because they should or has that message run its course, are we evolved are the tasks we face the same as they ever were. ~ These notions in twilight’s reckoning speak devotion while trying to sort through an insomniac’s world be desire to understand just…

  • Sweet Harmony of Night

    When at night, late chill of fear settling upon the horizon hearts awake may ache with the nature of tomorrow ‘our bodies, our selves’ are worthy of time to pray that our lives may live a delightful sparkle of grace. When as we sense a fatigue we begin to struggle to maintain our alive eyes…