Never-ending Dream

moon 9.29.17

If you were a poem 
written under a porcelain moon 
the night would hunger for your touch  
just as deep, sound sleep 
and blissful dream 
would never be enough.
The middle of the night
lingers with fervent need
my waking thoughts
the illusionist brings
and when morning sky sings
it’s to a chorus of dreams aloft.





vettriano 2

Daydreams dawn  
through white lace curtains, 
plant themselves amongst yellow daffodils 
and tendrils of sweet peas; 
take root in children’s laughter 
and warm spring breeze.

Daydreams slip 
in under my skin    
bury deep between Tomorrow and Fate  
water the memories. 
I sit with them now, alone    
into evening.


She dressed her best.
“Because you never know who you’ll meet,” she said. 
Most mornings greeted
a perfume and sheer lace scattered floor.
Once she learned to pick herself up 
off his floor
she began to undress
with more deliberate care,
wound tiny yellow flowers
and climbing ivy in her hair
and padded the lining of her wool coat
with love letters and matches
because you never know who you’ll meet.



tree and light
Photo – L. Burton

I felt the steely, white knuckle grip  
of winter’s wind  
take up residence in my bones
heard its whistle groan
under the steady thrum
of an anxious heart
beyond the leaves
that chase themselves   
around a once happy yard,
down a quiet, empty street
filled with longing  
and I notice the weather stripping   
that hangs loosely
along the window’s edge
and I’m comforted  
by all the life its seen
shingles lift and sail in the wind
and I’m comforted
by the roof over my head  
comforted by how well
solitude and I speak
I felt the cold kiss my cheek   
and kissed it back warmly.

Sense of Madness

Did you notice the time?
Neither did I
the way gnarled hands climb
out of a hole in need of a face lift.

No reason or rhyme
why bells in my head chime
or why ivory skin’s covered in grime  
along an alarming, beautiful rift.

I could not conjure the sublime
in this pit of pantomime
but suffer the cards and crime  
on a sea of madness adrift.


I’m thrilled to be able to feature the awesome artwork of my daughter of my heart.  She drew this Alice in Wonderland inspired piece and kindly asked me if I’d like to write something for it.  My answer was a very quick, ‘I’d love to’!  Her talent astounds me.  If you’re interested in commissioning some work, you can contact her directly at

Here’s a couple of other pieces she so graciously allowed me to share.

K lionK bear

Shades of Winter


Soft russet coat,
bushy tail wags 
as he darts
out the barely open door.
He doesn’t chase spring’s
yellow butterflies,
instead it’s a cardinal
that lands on the fence
out of his reach;
and the cold 
would’ve chased me
back inside
but it’s an awareness
amongst a thick fog morning
and bone chilling ache
that makes me take notice
of the shades of winter.



Forlorn leaves of golden brown
cling between pencil sketches
on a pale gray canvas
while others not easily damped
smolder still.



Bare feet tiptoe on wet ground
simply because you want to feel the cold.



Upside down, inside out summer pool
filled with remnants of laughter
and rain water, heart-shaped sodden leaves
float face down,
drowned by the changing seasons,  
waiting to dry out and be blown on a gentle breeze.

Dance with Fate

vettriano 1

I cast all on the winds of chance
and released fate’s hand
for a low tide lover’s dance
of cheek touches on sand.
Gray clouds threatened rain
as thunder rolled overhead
and drew in a deep refrain
of one heartbeat moment instead.
Waves winked at souls bared 
and receded from past near misses,
passion in rhythm shared
and breathed-in sea salt kisses.