The Silent Days

There will be a day When I wake up And have forgotten how to sing.   I’ll need you to teach me again.   The sun will glow dull And the colors refuse to ring,   And I will have forgotten how to sing.   Just take hold of my soul And begin to dance,…

Windows Through Time

The child in the glass peers at me. His blue eyes swiveling about at the counter’s edge, eight perfect fingers gripping white. With triumphant glee he smiles neat rows of tiny pearls, laughing. I laugh too.   The boy in the glass glares back at me. Narrowed brown eyes, thin bare shoulders sporting flexed arms…

Hippocampus on the Window Pane

Cerebral weather patterns of melancholy drizzles and freezing fearful flurries amongst the thought filled thunderheads spun up in confusing whirlwinds of fanciful sun rays melting the frozen wastelands of slumbering spirit.   My mind is changing seasons, Spring sings in my soul. I can hear the whispers, speeches of wonders.   No such thing as…