Soft moonlight fades into good morning beams of ecstasy Drawing closed the curtains I must hide from the after-hour sun Biddings of good morrow cascade In tireless freefall they flow But I have built a dam to keep the fields moist For I am something…

Chats with the Moon To be honest, we are all a rather lonely lot So I’d be not embarrassed at what I sought A night that actually should have been dark Was lit by the moon and my thoughts decided to embark On a journey…

We walked along the pier the other night. The soft moonlight covering the ripples of the water. Against the backdrop old ships past their prime stand-fast as they no longer have purpose. There is a cool breeze kissing the backs of our necks. As we past…

here on treasure island there are blue crystal sand dunes that peak from my white wraparound porch and after hours- after all is quiet and the passer-byers are all home in their beds; the tide rolls up almost to the posts that hold us suspended…

I’ll come late to take you to that frozen lake by the way of circumstance…clouds will part like one last chance. We will dance with arrows beating through our sullen hearts: expose our secrets in a snow-still twilight proving that love is laid bare. Soul-struck…

Good morning To be honest My head is underwater It always is when I write Like I am swimming Drowning in thoughts Using the breast stroke To maneuver through Massive amounts of momentum Not my treasure island More like soft moonlight After hours A night…

I turn the pages of my father’s book. Grabbing my blankets,  I get cozy in a nook. The soft moonlight caresses the first page. It smells of old age. The first sentence grabs my attention and I get sucked in. It was so silent I…

Fall asleep. Blink. Good morning. Begin the day. Blink. Good evening. A child is born. Blink. University. Chase after hours. Blink. Memories are fading. Go back to reclaim them. Blink. Catch the soft moonlight. My children’s children. Blink. Grown and leaving. Fight the darkness. Blink. Fall…