The moment was magic, then it slipped away

A lightning strike, that faded into gray

It was a pulse beat, hard and wild

That slipped through our fingers

Like youth’s lost child

To get back that feeling

Can it ever be the same

Just like a junkie

Trying to find that first vein

Scrambling to hold on

To the steepening slope

Of time’s own force

Against memory’s hope

We’re washing away

While our sandcastle of dreams

Crumbles and falls

Into wave after wave

Of the weight of it all

Time held our hand

For a frozen moment

As we danced to the band

Of simple content

Just us and the sky

And the warm summer wind

How can we ever

Find that again


It’s amazing here. The way the light filters through the moss-laden branches that droop towards the swirling whitewater river. Birds chirp and play in the boughs of a mimosa tree that stretches over the water like a giant condor’s wing frozen in mid-soar.

The boulders in the water are timeless sentinels of eons gone by. But the rushing river grinds slowly, patiently away at them, knowing eventually it will be the victor in their millennias-old standoff.

Lichen and small fern sit atop the rock sentries, unconcerned about the struggle beneath them. In their lifespan it has no relevance. The little birds flit between the trees and rocks like flickering particles in the waning light.

As the sun fades behind the western ridge, the birds start to chirp and sing the day’s closing. The water, flowing endlessly, will continue even when I’m gone. All this will continue, whether I am here to see it or not.

It’s time to go now. I wish I could stay for hours, or the night, or maybe forever, and bask in the eternal solitude.


Sometimes is not about what you need. It’s about what those around you need. You will end up drained, exhausted, and spent but you’ll also be giving those you love what they need to go on with life. Sometimes the sacrifice is also the joy.


Looking for something

In every stranger’s eyes

A spark of knowing

A light that shines

All I see is distraction and pain

And thickly veiled thoughts, like a forest in the rain

Maybe it’s just curiosity

Or maybe something more

But isn’t making connections

What we’re really here for?


A thousand suns

Sparkle in your eyes

Radiant and cunning

The glow, mesmerize

Shining waves, my soul engage

Tingling heart, palpitate

Deeply plunge, shed, expunge

Softly high we fly

Past grace spire’s sky

Drink in and climb

To moments, sublime

Bubbling bubbly

Wavelengths align

The hint of a future

Time for a sign

So forward with life

And remembering fades

Out come skeletons, specters, and shades

Pasts to escape

Paths to create

Connection afar

Effort and stakes

The seed is perfection

Slow growing for now

Shine sun eyes upon me

Then truth you will know


When writing the story of your life don’t let anyone else hold the pen

— Unknown


There’s a mountain between us.

I’ve climbed it before,

but this time it’s big.

So big it blocks out the sky,

and any hope for a ray of light.

Perhaps this time,

I’ll just turn and take another path.


Are the ruts too deep?

Is the hill too steep?

So much baggage to shed,

And things to put to bed.

Most things worth doing

Aren’t going to be easy.

To get out and start over,

An impossible task?

There’s no way of knowing,

Until you just ask.


Effervescent jewel of the eastern sun

Bubbling concoction of exuberant fun

Where do you go when the day is done

Are you tired of always being on the run

Slipping in and out of hope

Wonder if I’ve given myself too much rope

Enough to hang or just a little slack

Where is the point of no turning back

One day at a time they always say

The future is hazy and filled with gray

Maybe tomorrow the hope will stay

Until then I’ll just have to live for today


Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.

— Eleanor Roosevelt