with new shoots to show us
of summer’s beckoning call.
Winter’s cold winds splinters
under the sun’s warming rays
and we count the time
until our approaching holidays.
We dream of relaxing days
when work will be forgotten
on beaches with sand stretching
near sparking ocean sprays.
Our smiles reflecting
in countless camera lens
as the warm sea breeze
whisk our problems away.
for some reason or other.Mine is 1963and the summer of that year.The year started normal,but before it was overmy life would change.Something would possess meand never entirely go away.I was eighteen at the time,no steady girlfriend to call mine.Then one day with my wages, she came.I smiled and for some reason,I wanted to go out…
peer at you with questioning eyesas if you are a stranger in their lair.At work all day and out of sightbut never out of mindthe only time your presence feltis when its time to go to bed.Oh, if work were only a dreammore time you could spend with themplaying games and being a father and…
Miracles surround us every dayand we fail to see themeven when they touch our lives.Miracles we perceive to bethe saving of a lifewithin impossible situations,but they are much more than that.Waking every morning is a blessing,feeling the love of anotherand the far reaching touch of comfortblessing they all are.Touching someone who is in despairand turning…
and some are not strong enoughto resist the calling at handand they fall from graceto their bodies lust and desiresbreaking the trust of otherswho hold them in esteem.9 August 2014
dreams of you invadeand the wanting begins.Loneliness of trepidationinvades my souland I am lost in a kingdommade out of my nightmares.The wanting beginswhenever you are not hereto steer me on the paththat my life must lead.23 March 2011
to ourselves when no one is there.The empty space does not answerwith an argument or a kind voice.All we hear is our own whispers,which only our ears hear.Even our yells are muted,as they look for someone elsewho cannot be found.
