Moonbeams dance

moonbeams dance on my pillow
this unknown summer night
venus blooms like cereus
in an ebony sky
a hushed wind carries 
My dreams to you
I pick up my pen...


night’s syntax

The violet indigo night
Shares secrets of love with me
Purifying the reason
In the red darkness..

In moon's porcelain shadow
Stars kick in consonants
Breathing and spelling the night
I ink my blank page...

Night's poetic perfection
Melts into burnished glow of
The grammar of poetry
I make touch my pen...


Flying high

Resting my head on a cloud to dream
I see daylight stealing the starry gleam.

I feel the sunlight pour into my soul
As I skywalk the heavens, take a stroll.

Wings of angels keep me up on high
On ancient pinions, I glide, I fly.

Grabbing hold of time as I drift
Following the sun and stars as they shift.

I cool off into a rain that feels like ink
I see my quill swigging a drink.

Pouring into white of a paper cloud
I ride into a rainbow that has me wowed.

the color of braille


In a sea of ink
I drown..
My blank page…

I close my eyes–
the color of braille
on my breath..

journey infinite
infinitesimal peace-
the universe is mine

google lets me
ride the rainbow
my mouse cursor…


songs of dawn

Songs of dawn burst into my room
Blazing sunshine breaking night's gloom.

Twittering birds let me sing along
Flitting merrily into a ballroom song.

My kettle whistles a happy tune
Sending smoke signals to fading moon.

Tender buds unfurl to flower 
I retreat into fragrant bower.

Leaves on trees burst into green
Butterflies, bees sway and preen..

Sun stokes fiery trails
All day its warmth prevails

Sky transcends into azure
Lace clouds skim demure

Shadows waltz incandescence
Enchanted by day's luminescence

Serenading birds lifting gay
Beguiling promise of a new day..

Soul stories

There are stories my heart will share
With all the sadness laid bare.

I breathe the words I hold inside
With emotions that gently chide.

I leave a piece of me here for you
On this paper, words I drew.

My soul spills ink that covers miles
To your eyes to be read with smiles.

Heartstrings pull and tug hidden words
Stories unfold from memories stirred.

Poetry is my only preparation
I live it up with no deception.

I write my story with all dedication
Saying it all is my salvation.

These are stories that hold my heart
Little treasures that hold light in the dark.