Don't Try To Go Back

It won't be as you remembered.

Thinking about memories.

Attempting to relive
moments.

Try too many times
and they become tainted,
warped by your own mind.

Dosed and disintegrated
in nostalgia.

What Blooms Between Us?

I spend rainy Oregon afternoons

lost in conversation

with you.

As the day's colors

pass through the big window,

we are bathed

in shifting light.

Lights Out

Sleepy and sad,
I wait patiently
for an unknown
blue nebula
to take me.

Finally, I turn
the light out
to sleep.

It feels final
somehow.

Lonesome But Content

She wasted time painting
still life scenes
of citrus fruits and flowers.

The telephone never rang
so she occupied her hands and her mind.

I Dream In Shades Of Pink

Drinking tart wine,
I gaze out
at elegant, aristocratic gardens.

The blue wink of the sea
on the horizon.

A stretch of silence...
Then the symphony music plays on
as I drift through a  romantic period
of youth.