Star of Desire

Star of Desire
You’re my desire,

Like the warmth of a fire.

You warm my soul

When life seems

Out of control.

You give birth to my smile

If even for a while.

Your touch is healing

And done with such feeling.

You’re my lifelong friend,

No matter what

And no matter when.

You’re my day and my night

Like a star shining forever bright.

You’re the reason I live,

And the one that always forgives.

You’re my heart and my soul,

And together we are ;whole”.

Hopes Bridge

Feelings have no limits.

Hearts have no boundaries,

Like the stars and the moon.

Every day of my life

Whether close or away,

My dreams and hopes

Are made real with

The thought of you.

Intense feelings flow

From the depths of

My soul for you.

Even with the miles

That divide us,

A beautiful bridge is

Always there for us.

This bridge is our bond,

No matter what,

No matter where…..

Locked in the dark

As I try to sleep

My eyes find no rest.

With visions in my head

Of past and present.

Waiting for the hour,

When at last, the thoughts

End and nocturnal mess subsides.

At last my world is dark

With serenity and warmth.

Dreams of childhood run through

My unawakened mind.

Keeping me locked in this

Save sleep for a time.

Day awakens me to life’s

Newness to replay the scenario

Over and over and over. . .

Stream of Dreams

Days are like dreams,

Full of visions.

Some are, it seems,

Of peaceful streams.

So serene and strong,

Flowing vibrantly.

But before long

The stream is dry.

Dreams become real

With dim colors of life.

Forever to conceal

The visions true meaning.

Flowing through your mind

To awake your senses.

Opening your eyes,

From the blindness

And letting them see that

Life can be gentle and kind.

Tears Within 

Tears Within

Feelings of all kinds

Linger within me, the tears deep

Within reach beyond

Any feeling or expression.

They are there to remind me of my weaknesses, 

My sorrows,

The happiness of life

And the joy it brings.

They arise at times

Out of no where,

For reasons unknown.

They linger, 

All the time deep

Within my spirit

Just waiting for the time

To be needed.


Life’s little expression from within

That glistens from without.

Life’s Warm Glow

If you’ve ever seen

A beautiful sunset

Then you know it’s

Not seeing its warmth,

But letting yourself

Dream and feel its glow.

It holds spirits, 


Memories that rekindle

Every time you’d find yourself

Drifting away into its

Magnificent glory.

A sunset is nothing

Short of a warm loving

Moment that you forget

About life and its sorrows, 

It’s shortcomings.

It’s there to remind us all

Of life’s treasures

And beauty.

Dream Out Loud

Dream Out Loud
The sun is dark 

The stars are in thrown recklessly in front of me 

Time isn’t I call out your name 

But only the moon can reply 

I lay on the sky where only thoughts of you 

Fill me images of others 

Fly on by while I stay thinking of you

Melodic Dreams

Melodic Dreams
I still remember times long, long ago, 

Of light, green grass, 

And clouds all softly white. 

The nightingale’s sweet voice led dreamer’s soul, 

And pale moon shined her face all through the night. 

The hills were painted yellow by the dawn, 

With marigolds and daffodils in bloom. 

They sang to me their blissful, joyous song, 

My heart sang back my merry, carefree tune. 

And now I sit within these concrete walls, 

That bar that joyful past from present day. 

My heart hears not the song of dusky halls,

 I wonder if to sing, this is the way. 

My spirit wanders dreams of singing hills, 

My soul will cling to melancholy trills.

Alabaster Dreams

Alabaster Dreams

In the transparent black night,
My pumpkin drives away
Over hills and out of sight
Off into the distance

In these timeless moments,
My glass slipper shatters
Sp l i n t e r s and s h a t t e r s
Into a million shards

Though the dancing was divine,
The ball is over now
And the clock has chimed a dozen times:
The enchantment has gone

Yet usurious of hope,

Like waves in a seashell
Waft leisurely through the air
For I know
My fairy godmother will come again


The Truth About Dreams Deferred

The Truth About Dreams Deferred

Dreams die
They boil and fall apart
Like overcooked meat
They crawl in the dark
Ball up on the floor
And cry for hours
Until there’s not enough in them to go on
They linger in your brain
To constantly remind you of the pain
Of being defeated
A dream deferred
Gets picked up by the coroner
Has a funeral
And haunts you forever
Keeps you up at night
What if?


Vaguely they dance
 Behind my sleeping eyes
 Almost not there.
 And are the dancers in my dreams
 the puppeteers who pull the strings
 through my waking days?
 In the plays my mind pretends
 A touch of reality always creeps in.
 And is the play something thats been
 or the plan for tomorrow?
 Within the darkness of the night
 Mystic dancers bring delight
 A puppet string fades from sight.
 And are the dancers in my dreams
 the puppeteers who pull the strings
 through my waking days?

Sweet dreams

Sweet dreams
Sweet dreams, Come a along way with you
Until you are sweet no more . . .on your own
Mornings never wakes up if you don’t
Sun never goes down if you don’t
It’s all happens just the way you want
So go on. . ..escape. . your dreams
Go along the way like a lover
Dream like you were 8 year old
Roses don’t blossom, if they are no more
Oceans won’t wave, if they weren’t there
So, you move on without a halt
You stop only if you weren’t there
Dance to the rhythm of the life
Fall in love over and over
Dream sweet dreams, feel them
Dreams, they wouldn’t be there with out you
It’s all about you…it`s all yours
Sweet dreams. . ..they are you

Our Castles of Sand

Our Castles of Sand

Hands determinedly digging through sand,
Rocks and shells pounding,
 Pumping and preparing magnificent mounds of living structure.
 Like castles of sand
 On a burning beach,
 Our cities emerge
  From lifeless barren soil.
  A network of confusion
  Erupting into violence and hate.
  Only the rich can have
  The upper windows
   That look out and on,
   From the mess their hands have formed.
 The others,
Sitting in houses
 Awaiting death.
Seizing, grasping any kind of joy
  That comes their way,
  Even if their joy claims
 That of others.
Stagnated youth,
Lying helpless at the end of a needle
 Stolen innocence of childhood appeasing the lusts of men
Tyrannical credit cards
Seizing wealth that does not exist,
Pulling people into poverty
 In the name of freedom.
The tide always comes
What we think is permanent,
Stable and prolonged
   Disappears in an instant.
Our castles of sand
 That cost so much of life and beauty to build,
Will one day,
 All be washed away.