Cities to move,
jobs to begin,
essays to shape,
poems to spin.

Books to read,
songs to feel,
wounds to close,
and time to heal.

A life to build
with steady flame
not from nothing,
but from name.

A name I gave,
a self I chose
the girl who stayed
when no one knows.

Let them vanish,
fade, pretend
I write the start,
I choose the end.

What forces charge this pen of mine?
to set rare thoughts upon the line.
Warm feelings lost or bound in tight,
set on a shelf and out of sight.
What drives this need of mine to share,
to bare my soul with laissez faire
Could it be, for once, no fear,
Its love's faint echo that I hear.

My eager heart and cautious mind,
Engage in fights for dreams refined,
A constant battle, thru day and night
But alas, for me, no truce in sight.
Small pleasures, won with joyful might,
by parting's sting, are put to flight.
How can one's heart restore its flame?
On merely the whisper of your name.

A sweet surrender lies on me now,
when your tender kisses caress my brow.
Your honeyed voice, its gentle plea,
your softest touch reserved for me.
My search for awe, at last renewed,
having found in you, an unlikely muse.
A friend, a lover, my ever near
Who's soul and spirit, I hold so dear.

My pen, once grounded, soars in flight.
to boast of feelings brought to light
Your eyes, a blue-gray vibrant hue,
a smile, that makes all skies feel blue,
Your poise and grace, seem heaven blessed,
have stoked a fire within my chest.
My eyes can't hide my heart's true plea,
As our bodies entwine with such chemistry.

When love transforms what lust once made,
to a thing so pure, no man would trade.
The cloak that hid my heart's true beat,
is thrown aside, my soul complete.
What moved my pen, what made it leap?
True affection from my 'someone to keep',
Its you, my dear, I say in my softest tone,
you're the greatest love, I've ever known.

O~ captain, captain!
Here comes the awakening of the summer,
And also, mon sommeil as a voyager.

I know the end;
like the harsh shine of the sun,
and the soft glow of the moon.
One comes around,
and the other turns away.
Like a grand finale,

into a fresh, new start.

I know the end;
like coastal waters.
Rushing to the shore
and drifting away,
bringing when it returns

cold tsunami, or gentle wave.

I know the end;
like a distant friend
that laughs over the phone,

sometimes you never meet again.

I know the end,
it’s closer than one can see.

But after the end,


comes a new beginning.

A glance, a spark, a fleeting chance,
Two souls colliding in a passing dance.
Familiar yet unknown, strange yet warm,
A love unnamed, yet taking form.

Yesterday
The streets were wider
Now they're narrow
I would go
To the place of mystery
Is gone

Truths revealed
The wide-eyed wonder
Of a child has seen
Into the eyes
Of that distant dream
I had dreamt
The visions
Of a peaceful life

I live
The remnants
Of that child's
Dreams come true

Take my hand
And take my feet
On the paths
That no one
Has tread before
No one knows the pain
That dreamer's feel

I cross these rivers
Deep and wide
I search through
Valleys deep and wide
The other side starts
Where each new day begins

Now today
I will walk the streets
Of yesterday have passed
Into a new beginning
Is in what I see

From the bridges
On the rivers
That flow from yesterday
It's clear
That I am dreaming
My reality

Dreams are real
Make them happen
As a child
Plays the games
That are reality
At any age.