Filtered light rays dancing on my eye lids Scent of cinnamon in the air Warmth surrounds me Kick to the side a cool spot like a bubbling spring Coffee to shake me awake Silence Empty room Empty mind Sans noise Sans sight Energy bursts through…

You float in stars beneath stars poised on a still lake composed all of one moment alone. Would I be able to ride that stillness with you and hold stars within reach yet not grasp them? can I hold a light steady for whatever the…

CROSSING  OVER   They didn’t say that lake was too dangerous, the currents too strong, the winds too unpredictable for a solo rowboat.   They didn’t see the darkened sky — how the stars mesmerized, the milky way a vast river where mind could disappear….

In spring the mountain is covered with flowers, simple gentility. We would like to deserve it, to earn this right to pin meanings and glue truths to the skies, the cloud-filtered aurora, the breeze covered with the gossip clubs of bees and diamond drip of…

Fleeting glimpses Inner minds staring eyes Now unsure with trepidation Who you thought you knew Where you thought you were Keeps hittin rewind Playin the before time “You are so cherished” Way before I even knew Where it was you really went ……… & with…

I need your love I need your understanding I am tree I live in the forest I live around your house I provide you with shelter I serve as wind brakes I provide you with oxygen From my green leaves I leave you refreshed All…

Lord please save my mind, I hear them in the walls, still no mouse I can find.

Shove (Brandy Goodman Poem # 6) Strong people stumble with emotions Even the mighty can be weak Fight for your life Now’s not the time to be meek. Do not sit idly by Letting yourself turn to ice. While life goes on around you, It’s…

Found this photo It was taken about 6 years ago Was 19 or so Was holding my new son Felt like he was the one My all Wouldn’t change nothing none at all Just thing Was in heaven Holding my angel Makes me think Can’t…

(Picture Prompt) Laying, gazing through the window in the canopy covered meadow with you. The woolen blanket protects our skin from the straw mountain grass as our shoulders and hips press against one another while our heads meet at the temples. Our hands naturally find…