Thursday, February 28, 2013


Yelling into a valley,
no echo.
Droplets into a clear blue pool,
Caught on film,
no image.
Late night thoughts –
what do you really feel?
Tell me.

written sometime in 2005 

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Shadow of You

I saw your ghostly image pass in the night.
What you are today is a real fright.
In your nighttime hours think hard about life
but don’t pass by me with your blight.

You were so strong and handsome to see
now you are just a shadow of what
you could be.

Remember that love gives strength,
that’s from us to you.
Never give up hope
because you will
always be a Shadow of you
drifting in the night.


Monday, February 18, 2013

After Ride

Confident castaway,
where have you sailed.

From island to island,
from reef and sandy trail.

Sun shining brightly before you on your rickety

Waves, rogue and small
slow your chartered confident trip.

Sundown, peaceful, bright orange,
clouds, horizons vast, daylight doused.

Sleep oh mariner, tomorrow brings
Dreams, roll on every wave
at anchor,  at sail
you see fishermen graves.

Morning mist haunts your heavy lidded

Confident castaway
looks hastily into the heavenly blue sky.
Your sail cuts swiftly though the steady

Castaway, confident castaway,
your safe harbor looms closer
to timid tender trees.


Saturday, February 9, 2013


I saw your reflection in my 

a glare, possessed by

nocturnal visions

from nonchalant memoirs,


smoke escaping

from a fireplace of thought.


You've grown from small seedlings
through Spring to Spring.

Strong, healthy, vibrant and

A smile so charming, it can melt arctic glaciers.


thoughts and imagination fleet
like leaves following the grass lines.

Your life warms my heart,
your love has captivated my every breath,


are part of me, as I am of you.

Butterflies stumble from branch to branch

and life, as a hard oak

gain, strength, and focus.

Thursday, February 7, 2013


You were,

the last dream

that filled my bed.

My life

filling with gaiety,

and anxiety,

with richness,

handled with creatively,

wide eyed of Natures

vast array of spender,

our downpour has ended in a rainbow

of love.