Death: When I am gone and not alive, my exploits never told,
I hope you remember me as I was, before I grew this old.
Poems For An Open Mind
The Stalker
It’s 4 o’clock in the morning
I haven’t slept a wink
When I saw you there
had to stare
I couldn’t even blink.
The Threshold
Footsteps pass through the room. Voices spill and fade. Someone weeps. Someone prays. All of them kind, and all of them far away.
Crossroads
Up before your partner, out the door before he wakes.
Tending to the daily grind, not seeing our love at stake.
Shadow Train
Smoke on the horizon, moon ridin’ low,
Steel rails hummin’ where cold winds blow.
A train and its shadow, side by side.
Ridin’ the rails with nothing to hide.