11.16.17

I lay my head down

In preparation for sleep


But I know it won’t be

A sleep so deep

That I won’t have a dream

Of you and me


And I’ll awake soon later

With cold hands and feet 

Because without you

I’m just not as warm 


I’m just not the same

Inside and out

11.03.17 #2

It’s comfortable here,

In the lonely darkness.

A lone candle lit

Centered in the room.

A reminder of the light

That could be,

But never will

Because of me. 

05.05.11 (How I Long)

United States Holocaust Memorial Museum

Where have you gone,

My sweet inspiration?

My nectar

Of thoughts and visions.

Grown upon flora

Beside the river’s basin,

And harvested

With soft precision.

Oh How I long,

For the abundant days,

When my tongue

Was all but graceful.

When my words would dance

And tastefully play,

And were laid

To sleep in a cradle.