Close your eyes…These eyelids are dual anchorssinking shut in a tear rippled sea. where do we go from here?journeying on,following your soul’sfour cornered compass to heaven

Coming storm, I am! Drifting, distant, dampness of rain from afar soddens your lips.    Closer, the storm carries in gentle arms of swift winds, each drop of tear-showers. 

Still anchor, sunk, in tear rippled sea. 

Midnight Bells & the Rondeau: Love in the Shadow of the Purchase     Louisiana had been returned to France from Spain and my gait had a new liveliness which could only be that of a lover. My fifty-year-old legs carried...

Under the slumping shoulders of the cafe's awningI watched tiny rain circles loosely burst in puddleson the ground whilemy hair lightly waved fromSeptember's weary winds.Nat King Cole sang softly"A Blossom Fell,"on small hanging speakers when she strolled byquickly catching...