Up the peeling bark we go down again, we all do fall fast or slow, we grow or forego climb up again we make the crawl some in sight,...

Old and barnacled by salted winds that blow —and ancient wood docks with cracked floors that whisper bittersweets from yesterdays before....

Worn by a good life —swept by time and place and hearts that glow in the heat of the night And arms that embrace and eyes that don't...

I once met the gaze of a man watching me as we moved courageously across the land— in plane, bus and armed check points— it was always...

To dream a dream that’s never been to be the story that you’re in re-read the lines written on page— the subtle ones inspired like a sage...

Two start as one, held by clasping hands like roots of ancient trees and sweet memories that linger in the breeze as whispering dreams...

My heart beats and longs beyond its space awaiting the presence of a grounding face the knowing curve of my tea cup’s ring the warm...

Did I see you glowing, landing just near my side, bringing me memories washed up like the tide You, dancing that well-honed tune— that...

I wait for you on soft ground as words float off my moleskin page and flowing water trickles through cracks of time and place, as...

There is a depth that keeps us close and ever far without approach It wanders across worn cobblestones, cold concrete and windswept paths...

I walk the same land with wind in my face and wind at my back —the rhythm the same, or not the rocks line the scape the waves crash the...

Words flow from me like a persistent whisper sharing the secret melody of a soul or a song whose perfect rhythm stays for long living in...

Under the shade of a willing tree there he sits, young but seeing working the palms with his little hands, as his culture unfolds a life...

The keys of the piano play softly from its strings, deeply, persistently the melody of a thousand steps drifting across the floors of...

Today I wandered endlessly along unknown paths —as yesterdays I've done before. To meet with courage and hear the silence and haunting...

The moments appear, they ebb and flow all day long—a lifting curve of the lip is always near—dazzling us with choice— to move with it so...

My story, Yours from where I stand from where you do the moon glows big and slithered and the sun rises and sets with flowers spread...

You travel far away in place to know the story only you chase the slush of snow, or rain that pours down, down saturating the earth, as...

Time opens a passage for which to step through When we see one we have but a moment to choose The foot shifts, it leans and then boldly...

Funny how the world just continues to turn. While on its surface waves agitate and—though not invited—move onto sacred ground, and...

I used to pluck the lines of the song and the fingers glided over the ebony chords I used to run the steps of a forgotten hill and dance...

The hour is grey. You know—that hour when many are as you, not of the earth but floating in another time and place, dreaming—perhaps. And...

It was at the tip of my mind where the light peeked in and asked on which path my heart should travel and my thoughts begin. On top of...

That yellow leaf that falls gently, landing by your foot new, yet familiar, as the comfort of a mother's eyes and walking barefoot and...