The Home of My Youth

Faded and long neglected

Hidden behind all the

Broken dreams of childhood

Once so crowded and loud

With so many voices

All screaming to be heard

You were so full of life

Now just a dying house

With nothing left to give

One Night Stands

Steamy night

Sensual delight

Stay with me until dawn

 

The woman remains

A new child remains

But all the love is gone

Yesterday’s Love

We were the youngest of lovers

Crossing the threshold of desire

Impatient and heated

Souls burning with the fires of youth

Bathing in the sureness of immortality

I shook my fists at the world

Then hid inside you for refuge

Sanctuary from an uncaring world

Now I am ancient

Shadows of crosses dull my eyes

So many years have slid past

Since first we touched each other’s hearts

Our young love still consumes my thoughts

Fills my passions

As if it were but yesterday

 

Rain

A lot of people are like a soft summer rain. They blow into your life and everything is refreshing and exciting. But eventually the clouds move on and you are left wet and miserable.

August 25th, 1973

 

We watched the barefoot children in green yards dart through shadows, playing their childish games. We saw their innocents and we knew that…

They were not us

 

Through open doors and windows we saw them staring blankly at their flickering screens. They were sitting so close yet ignoring each other. Wishing…

They could be us

 

There was an old couple sitting on their front porch, fading from life. They smiled and waved, trying to remember a time when they knew…

How to be us

 

We pause for just a moment beneath the street lights glow, your hands in the pockets of my jeans and mine on your shoulders. Our souls touched and we were…

Happy to be us