Dark nights in the town, The moon wore a bridal gown. The stars looked happy, twinkled and smiled around. The moon looked graceful but is missing now. The nights are grey, only shadows dance. Why is the moon so shy? Where has she gone, hidden…

Title: Trust   My thoughts are held in a box with such a strong lock that the only way to break through would be — no, impossible.   Unless one were to blow away an eyelash into a perfectly straight line, or able to recover…

When the End Came I forget where we were When the end came Was it Paris? Or Milan? I forget Where were we, when the kisses stopped And our hands no longer reached for each other Across time and space, instinctively Like moles burrowing underground?…

Holding the first light In their petals These summer flowers Quite often talk to me The sudden pull of emotions Or hammock of thoughts within me Silently the dewdrops unwrap And I as drench in the fragrance They hide behind the mist of night again

I thought I found peace in you like the smell of fresh cut grass under a white picket fence on a summer day in one of those all american towns where ice cream trucks summons kids to scream for joy but you were not that…

Blue, black, white a wheel of chrome, Tall, short, long, big and small, lovely, fancy, majestic and beautiful, Little eyes of a child full of marvel. love, crushes, boys, girls teeners. School, games, party, and secret whispers. Styles, individuality, freedom and rebel in action. Big…

Hungry.   Check the mercury chart before ordering that fish. Too much arsenic in brown rice. Beef sirloin, not the mad cow kind. Roast turkey without salmonella, please. Were those rotisserie chickens fed antibiotics? Carbonara? Too risky. Those eggs are barely cooked. Did they wash…

“Even the best fall down sometimes, Even the wrong words seem to rhyme, Out of the doubt that fills my mind, I somehow find, You and I, collide…” The lyrics to this beautiful, melodious song, Became the lines to my messed up, sad poem. I…

Driving through the lush green valleys, Newborn babe in tow, All we owned and all we were, Stowed away and traveling forth. Summer’s faded end was nearing. A symbol of our journey, A new leaf, a new page, a new book. The end of an…