My love for life
redwindles
behind the doors of
knowledge.
Life’s prancing candle
kindles
before His sacred
sortilege

Flaming ember nights
clashing against
peace ridden skies.
Ancient, endless thoughts
echoing in those
meager times
we once knew,
and once loved,
a long time ago...

Silk covered days
on the streets
and cow pastures
of life’s distractions.
Stopping on the way
for a cup of tea
at a sidewalk cafe
that we once shared
a long time ago...

Broken, sleepless nights
on the edge of
our drifting past.
Collages of lights
on every corner
telling us it’s all a play.
Remembering when we were one.
Remembering when we were young.
Such a long time ago..

And I hope
and I pray
to tell you someday
what’s on my mind.
Though I know
I can’t show
the way I feel
within my head,
upon my heart,
beneath my soul.
And I hope
and I pray
to be able someday
to say what’s on my mind.
So I rest
on my couch
floating back into time,
past alleyways
of  memories
which are weak
and perplexed,
but certain in direction.
And I hope;
Lord I pray
to let you know
you’re always on my mind...

The blank stare
and cavernous gaze
leaves me stark
and disenchanted.
What lies beneath
those orbs of haze?
Questions left unanswered.
I wonder aloud...
Does she hear?
Does she care?

Lost in the abyss
of endless days
unable...unwilling
to deal with the dark.
I talk to my sister
who cannot respond;
while
cell phones ring
and radios sing
and still
nothing makes sense.

We sit and wait
and ponder reasons.
Perplexed by answers
left untold.
It’s all behind
that endless gaze…
although
all I could ask was,
Does she hear?
Does she care?
Is she there?

1
   listen to the silence of night
and the sounds of the crickets;
away from the city
the strikes and the pickets-

     2
night has fallen
on the big meadow
children running to and fro;
crickets churning
gas lights burning,
tranquil nighttime
here at last.
Papst Blue Ribbon
near the end;
sandman time
around the bend.

        3
The Rolling Stones
Exile on Main Street
Sweet Virginia
side one-cut one
           right on.....

Love can always be
the beautiful
renderings within the
passages of life...

Love can sometimes be
the glorious
delights from those
special moments in time...

Love can possibly be
the flirtatious
diversions of these
unexpected encounters...

Love can never be
the perilous
defeats for the
lost soul, the broken heart...

Love is,
always will be
never ending...