This poem is describing what happens at night, the sounds, smells, and eyes that keep watch. The moon glides through the night sky until time to fade into daylight.

A recent inspiration afforded me the opportunity to recognize a dear friend, Deb Mann. She, on countless occasions, has taken it upon herself to “nurture the spirit within” while simultaneously chastising me for a particular component of my personality. With this piece I sought to divulge or disclose a process that often accompanies many personal writing endeavors; and to assure her that I’m okay.

A poem inspired by a song.

A poem wrote one night as I remembered all the good times I had with my family, wishing I could have them back as they slowly fade away while I try to make a life for myself trying to make my own happiness and not to rely on the past.

Gesture of romantic finality.

Take a dip into creativity.

Empty…

About capturing the true essence of life.

Older couple stroll through the park as young couple run past them.

About Humanity in its current state, to be exact, America in it’s current state of woe, and the change that can ensue.