all roads lead from me, long spaces for nights blessings and mornings light as new beginnings stir the senses into full blossomed roads, where no choice is wrong, full of miles, waysides and memories
Summer is the end of all rules where cottages have open window neighbors and late high flat clouds like rolled blankets signal days end but not the end of dreams its where youth has no regrets and mistakes are minor and blessings abundant
Crossroads provokes idleness back to life perforated clouds bless the land painting moving shadows tickling the infinite underground into jealousy the past becomes reflected on walls of thoughts opening dark caves and mountains missed just up ahead there’s a hole in the sky where kites exhaust the air and lost gloves return … More MAKING A WAY
I stand on the shoreline of the ocean small palpable waves feed on my ankles as dusk yields to night a sound clear as spring windows tilts toward me showering me in the center of a nightly orchestra I wonder looking around if anyone nearby senses the blessing from the air or am … More MOONLIGHT SONG
The last blessing the settling of forms the shadows over a life put in order truth hidden in stones deposited slowly into the heart rivers absent of motion become power lost thin paths test the feet of the brave at the end everyone witnesses the valley of their birth.