Taking the reader

where alone he can’t go

 

Onramp to tomorrow

—new roads to be shown

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

She only leaves me when it’s raining,

to wash away the pain

 

Clouds an ablution to her memories dark,

 drowning a past refrain

 

She returns as the skies are clearing,

to dry inside my warmth

 

Our love in place until thunder breaks

—again to chase the storm

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

I can’t cry anymore,

or mention your name

 

I can’t sleep through the night

with fury and shame

 

I can’t give anymore,

stakes gone from my claim

 

I can’t cry anymore

—tears salting the blame

 

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

The Art of Creating,

the Art of Living

—YES

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

Disguising his attack,

concealing his intent,

deceit comes calling

as a friend

 

Smiling to your face,

fangs in your back,

the wolf approaching

as a lamb

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2020)

Poetry,

not read with the eyes

or listened to with the ears

—when spirited through the soul

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

They just want to feel something…

the audience again new

 

They just want to escape time,

for a moment then, or two

 

They just want to know you care,

after what the past has cost

 

They just want you reaching out

—touching something that they’ve lost

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2020)

And no summer came…

 calendar frozen, cold winds still in play

 

And no summer came…

the birds and butterflies staying away

 

And no summer came…

 expressions of love buried in the frost

 

And no summer came…

seasons to mourn every day that we’ve lost

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

Searching,
I look for words to free the song

The music,
already playing inside my soul

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2008)

Monument Valley,
you whisper going through

HOPING IT WON’T HEAR 

HOPING IT WON’T HEAR

Whatever you say 

—never to be enough

(Duchesne Utah: June, 2008)