As the Rooster Crows

Ma Bell

Ma bell

The muse upon my mind

Glistening in the sun all the time 

Heavy sometimes 

In shade 

The light 

Moon blue 

Heavens lights

Upon burning candle tips

Forever always 

is within all our sights

Drifting West

Nonexistent thoughts

of a sailor at sea

Passing by, dreaming 

In the midst of a warm salty breeze

Pushing waves toward golden shores

And awaiting fantasies

Of a glorious destination 

Dreamt in a thousand daydreams galore 

As the Rooster Crows

Rise up into the day

Let the light shine on

and lead the way 

Ride your muse in the sunlight 

Let the love fill your heart and stay 

Sunday Morning Haiku

Thoughts inside a dream

Memories of a time 

Heavy on the mind

The Weight of Sorrow

The weight of sorrow 

With the weight of sorrow

The path I walk alone

For those too weak to speak 

From saddened hearts and wounds deep

And from heartache 

The soul weeps

And all hatred is

But a trait, a blister

Merely skin deep

The Softening Hour

As winter comes undone

The ice melts

and rivers run

Frosted air baked

By the burning sun

And the forest comes abuzz 

Critters and creatures scatter abound

Above bird calls resound

In springtime common mates are found

The dark veil is lifted

And life and love together rebound

12pm Meeting Notes

I never talked about 

I never do talk about 

What would be nothing more

Than a pointless argument 

A shouting match 

With no winner

Boardwalk Ct.

In between heartbeats 

Whispered breaths of love

Nevertheless blessed 

In the shadows of the witness 

Beneath the golden horizons blessed

Sun-kissed

Upon the dawns’

New quest

Moonlit waves crashing 

In the air

Breathless

Pale Evenings Glow

Words spoken over wine in candlelight

On a pale moonlit night

What could be better?

Such are the desires and pleasures of life

Heard in the evening crooner’s voice

Witnessed in the twilight

By the night owl’s steady gaze

Together in unison

As the stars blaze

Burning till the wax melts

And the wick flickers and fades

Nazare’

Waveriders

In pursuit of the most thrilling

Bone chilling

Fantastic fantasy

Upon cliffside scenes

New waves breaking

Are reborn dreams

Set in reality

Fading sometimes in the tides

And autumn light

Calm seas turning into dreams

Dreamt in the night

and

Felt in the sea breeze

by the early morning light

the ocean’s calling all

enticed by

the most alluring sight