I watch the night, the last concrete piling aging like a book shelf, telling fisherman’s tales the fog settling in my bones, I love tis hour, the hush hour, before the world wakes, though it is damn cold and a warm coffee from the last…

A desert sunrise is a heavenly event The clouds part and the moonbeams fade away The fog recedes into the concrete A hush takes hold as the sun nears the sandy docks The motel manager stirs the coffee And opens a jar of jam for…

Before the last moonbeam disappears you’ve filled your canteen with water and your thermos with coffee and backed up the old truck to the boat trailer. Never mind that I prefer to sleep in on my days off, I’m with you. We drive on back…

Campfires rage in a steel cold night. Coffee by the fireside and music that is right. The hush of the fog makes everything else stand still The moonbeam through the fir trees make the darkness more real. Just inside the cabin window there a canteen…

In the darkness of the Underworld, a faded hush fills the lungs of every soul. Moonbeams light the way for a little goddess to tiptoe alongside purple Water Lilies and peachy pink Lotuses. Persephone wrists and the curve of her neck share the same pale…

CHARLOTTE’S WEB   From the tips of her extremities She spun her web of lies Delicately interwoven With many lows and highs.   She lured them in so easily With her stunning looks and charm The lonely, sad and gullible Unprepared to face her harm….

There was a young man named Mark Twain He whitewashed a fence on the plain He found it great fun To be in the hot sun For reasons I cannot explain

The lone moonbeam finds its way Through the high fog,  Masking the tops of the firs Lining the shoreline past the dock. We wade together, not silent, but with hushed tones. I with my coffee and you, your canteen. Water lapping the concrete  Invading my…

Moonbeam dancing in the night Fog washing over The hush of the evening Like concrete crashing down Canteen empty Coffee all dried up On the dock, I sit Like an old forgotten novel upon a shelf gj

And You Have Come, Never To Go Away! And We Have Met, To Walk Forever On The Endless Way.. A Promise, Never To Give Up On Each Other, Come What May!