Poet. Writer. Photographer.
I saw a miracle,or how a miraclewould be explainedby scientistsignorantly: I saw a wishbecome a dream,then beliefbirth it intoreality, deep feelingsigniting all synapses in a total firing, a supernovaof the heart,a soular sunburstwith only doubtdying, for when the purestof whispersget heard by benevolent Night,legend has itthe stardust fallsto earth as seedsfrom the sky, and in the lastof the … Continue reading The Gardening
Sunsets in rearview mirrorswe notice then drive off into the future;the golden moment morphs orangeand is extinguished as we turn. The past is over our shouldersthe instant we cross it;no two sunsets the same, thoughthe next we take for granted. While I still can, I u-turn and loop again,exerting control over this momentso my daughter … Continue reading Sunsets in Mirrors
Just another golden bloombeneath the golden rays,just another petal in the pathto my heart's hearthat the end of the day where you'll find me alwaysand just the same,as faithful as sun & moontaking turns tolight individual ways, but you know the direction homeby the scent of the dream,and you make your way off trail through the … Continue reading Petals Along the Path
Sunset strips the day of its colors;the last drips disappear before drying.The empty swing hangs still from the tree,its motion, too, retreats into time.All the world seems silent, pauses;all the years universally fossilize. Only I and the earth subtly shift asthe sun reaches, in gold capsulizes.
Give me cloudy days!Fill the skieswith grandiose displays,billows of magnificence,those ever-shifting shapes! No sunrise will I misswhen those clouds get their first kissand set off on their journeyblushing with pink bliss. Let the clouds continue to bloomwhen the skies default to blue;all day long, let them comeand show off what they can do. I'll still … Continue reading Give Me Cloudy Days
Golden transformationthose past painswith limited perspectivesseem to undergowhen God and time mix in blessings and distance.No phoenix transformation needed;from the fires before ashes,I retrieve the experiencesand in lieu of scar-brandsmanipulate the molten looking-glassand use the heat to my advantage,blowing a kiss of forgivenessto all of my previous misfortunes,all the ways things did not turn outthe … Continue reading Golden Frames
As the sun sets, and sangria kisses my lips, I twirl white petals in my fingertips, manipulating them into the frame, and with my dreams, I do the same, as if the halo of the golden light will bring my heart's desires to life, and for added measure, or perhaps because I can't help but … Continue reading Evening Petals
The only gold I need is the sunset that envelops my dreams and restores my inner peace, however briefly, and makes me so easily believe, under the spell of such celestial beauty, that peace can even be, among us all, as brothers and sisters, achieved. The only gold I need is the sunset that returns … Continue reading Only Gold
Fire in the sky millions of miles away; we safely observe the colorful, light-scattering display each day, gathering in peace- ful assembly, all reveling in the undeniable greatness of the planet we are sharing, if but only temporarily before we snap back to the unnatural reality, manmade distorted discordance fueled among a clashing society. If … Continue reading Fire in Our Hearts
Into the orange glowing portal, take me away, so this day never ends, for forever, I wish to stay like this in your arms as we drift alone at sea, just the two of us away from the world, judgement free, sailing into reality from our dreams. Let us continue without interruption these kisses, these … Continue reading Into the Orange
