What Crosses My Mind

  • Quiet Stream

    Water ripples upon sun baked rocks glints of morning light play music the eyes of summertime. ~ If my line can land just beyond above the current a soft settle might then I borrow from the pools a master swimmer lights my reel. ~ A fisherman’s catch not a single appeal, those small boulders like…

  • when the words don’t matter

    Sitting by the shoreline, the water fairly calm, a sharp breeze enough to suggest only the time of year.   watching seagulls swift past the eery history of the mast wondering just when waters would ever tell me a secret.   I could listen for hours while the sun began to dance along soft waves…

  • Choosing the Listener

    I wonder if it is so easy to recognize the sweet recall of one time being heard, when it could be felt, when word might resonate, walking along a creek, listening, the water gurgling forward, a purpose, a design, an always, and me, the quiet remedy to a vacant stare watching, wondering, hoping, waiting really…

  • The Water’s Edge

    I’ve often stood here, Seeing the glass, Mystique Is nature’s remedy   A soft whispering cacophony Waves sing forever, In the trees they are listening, Chanting, Living in sweet serenity   Oh to know the mystery What lies ahead Is in the arms of a cradled soul So distant yet near We are all inside…

  • Once A Day

    On a clear evening, I did see you, stellar and large in your elegance, a natural form of my humility, glancing my way, holding court with the world beyond my eyes. Once when with pure energy, your flash of brilliance, spoke to the water, trails illuminating a path toward eternity. I will seek that trail…

  • Sitting With You

    ~ I have in morning at break of dawn, while the afternoon plodded on, I have in the evening watched your fury, in the tides of settling sea I have looked. ~ Yet in all of your mystery, I will look again for answers, cast an eye upon your majesty to realize I am again…

  • Occasional Tears

    Those moments when sitting alone in the room, an idea crosses my mind, shall the rivers be released. ~ From a quiet distant embankment when the waters begin to tide the soil allows moisture new ground to intermingle ~ We have a common need to communicate with each other along the way, to assure one…

  • Humility

    Our life blood, really is what defines us only if we want to accept our frailty rather than relish upon our success; those opportunities that life’s challenges sometime suppress. Or do we, when caught up in being, ever question that reality, that desire, that drive, that what is it some quest someone yelled to me…