Mistaken by Night

A message so discrete.

It came and went.

As if,

a game of pretend.

What of the intention?

To seep into a random dream.

Grabbing hold of fragility.

Pulling it by the feet.

‘I miss you.’

Only seems slight.

Upon a midnight scene.

Caught off my guard.

It has been sometime, since witnessing.

What you stand for.

But then again.

It has been sometime since you darkened my door.

I tucked your likeness away in a pillow so soft.


I am only aware of your dredging up my nighttime thoughts…

The day after…

When life is a bit off.

Sometimes We Cry

A struggle lost within the silence.

All these worn walls.

My breathing short and small.

Gated rooms await the fall.

Following convention,

seems impractical and obscene.


the aura that surrounds me,


Gifts given from characters in dark dreams.

Personal triumphs,

not as,


as they once seemed.


There are some who say,

‘To hold silence is to have hands of gold.

To hold it just a prophecy,’


they have not listened for what stillness is not.


I have heard the quiet when it is not wanted.

In quickness of the fallen snow.

Under limbs where shine is not bestowed.

In the calm of madness…

When no one is home.


Well we're gonna have to sit down and think it right through If we're only human what more can we do..... Sometimes We Cry
Well we’re gonna have to sit down and think it right through
If we’re only human what more can we do…..
Sometimes We Cry




Missing You



There have only been a few steps in the stairwell, that we have missed.

Rarely inattentive.

This is the dance, after all.


I had an occasion of being…

nothing but a shoal…

clay and loam.

A raging tempest that would not be deterred.


how life falls into place.

AS if it were meant to be.

A solution for an already solved…mystery.

An acorn blown to the river.

Minutes held on reserve.

Precious time…bought with passwords.

With little doubt,

no purchased remedy to missing someone.

Never a cure to the rattle that occurs while you are gone.

Everything heard…an ambiguous love song.

Homesick beyond four walls.

My remission takes solace only in the beauty that sits outside…of us.

For to confide in the heavens…a must.


with great attribute,

they say,

‘love ages well…

and, never will it rust!’

Home, is where I want to be
But I guess I’m already there


Til the Lilac’s Cease

til the lilacs cease 4

I am not a lone wolf,

though, I profess to be.

Broken and barren?

Only when the warmth will not lay down next to me.

til the lilacs cease 5

With the morning’s drawn out,

as if to say,

‘your winter has overcome the Lilac’s of May.’

This, this, is my… daunting midday,

covering splendor like  smoldering sentences of words we did not say..

And, though it has been only a minuscule twilight,

that has separated us,

darkness has absconded with trust.

I have tried to go home for the pretension.

Looking to relieve the tension.


between my heart, my soul and you, lay the secrets I dare not mention.

Among the granite living,

feelings of resentment.

A side of myself that is not meant for public consumption.

Always under the guise of deliberate outward attention.

til the lilacs cease 3

These past few hours,

have led me to believe,

I cannot forget all my cares without, the fix of your stare…


seeing you again…

here and there.