I Don’t Remember Falling Asleep

Give me your hand

Let’s go to valleys of colored glasses

Racing rain drops

Falling dreams, rising spirits

Pockets of sunshine dance

To the sound of ripened apricots

I lie in fields far from home

Retrieving morning songs, daybreak

I don’t remember falling asleep



Floating somersaults take their time

Allowing a quick glance to turn into a long gaze

Simplicity’s breath painted in mid air

Captured in a photograph that lays to rest in my memory

Tucked away, later for safekeeping

Waiting for the right moment to resurface when needed most

To remind me of this feeling of beauty

Balancing the scales in hope’s favor, just enough

To allow me to endure and continue moving forward

Soulful Downtown Skylines

Running across bridges at dawn

Counting Mississippis holding my breath

Five days left, but who is really counting

Eventually everybody’s debts must be paid – one way or another

Rainbow reflections bouncing off glass signs

Fenced off vacant lots too high to scale

Soulful music suddenly plays from out of nowhere

As if my screenplay of life really needed it’s own soundtrack in the background

But I stop running for a moment, just to listen

To find myself alone in the middle of nowhere

The sun rises and peers through the downtown skyline

And I am able to find a smile on my face

And I keep running


Originally posted September 15, 2015

Forty-Seven Cranes

Forty-seven cranes

Standing, staring

Red crowns, long legs

Necks outstretched

Wings spread

As a pebble skips through the water

Forty-seven take flight

All that’s left

Are whisps of air

From their departing wings


Originally posted August 3, 2016

Tip Toeing Across Wet Cement

The sound of new keys added to key rings

Porch lights turned on for the very first time

Rooms filled with unopened boxes

Eating take out dinner on the floor the very first night


Fresh morning steps implanted in new neighborhoods

New faces, new places – greeted with smiles

Unfamiliar street names and storefronts before me

Leaving a trail of bread crumbs to find my way back home


Home – I like the sound of that


Inhaling new beginnings

Exhaling a breath of new life

Tip toeing across wet cement

Patiently taking my time settling in


Before I Fall

Mornings when I rise

The world is a different place

Mine is overflowing

With words never been said


Light switches that do not work

Chasing cats inside long shadows

Can’t change what has already been done

Only bury them in lost ruins


Tangled thoughts colliding at the speed of nowhere

Bartering for my peace of mind

Empty hands inside empty pockets

Nothing to offer in return