It began at sunrise On that Cretan Isle Playful seductive glances From the very first moment By sunset I was caught forever In the weave of your silken net My wild, gorgeous temptress Captured by mischievous eyes Deep sumptuous pools That reeled me in and Fiendishly stole my heart Snared, I never had a chance You chose me, and I was yours My crazy, delightful girl That was just the start Of our dizzy, tempestuous journey...

I guess it’s in me somewhere, hovering, waiting, perhaps between heartbeats, or underneath my breath, hiding where it can’t be seen, but wanting to escape with me, go somewhere, perhaps over the rainbow where bluebirds fly.   Sometimes, I wonder if it’s really there, or just a notion I’m supposed to believe like Santa Claus. Sometimes, I want it to speak to me, tell me it's there, hear it say you’re not alone, that it’s g...

  Listen to me when I speak to you, tells you what you need to hear, whispers in your ear when others tell you what to do and you’re uncertain, on the fence, bewildered.   Close your eyes and listen to me with your heart; trust me more than you trust yourself; know I’m your dearest friend, dearer than your wife, now ex, although she listened to hers more than you do, I’ll know you’re listening if you say, ah ha that’s a c...

Sometimes I’m in a jungle tripping over vines, shoving my way through bushes, looking for a path, wondering if there is one and asking with every breath where am I?   Other times my mind is an eagle high above the trees and mountains, soaring over lakes, my heart filled with sky, my eyes searching for the nourishment I need, wanting to dive deep into the pools inside.   So many times I wonder if this body I wear, this mas...

I haven't got a clue where the first waves began,the ones I'm walking through on this amazing day,and wish I knew how the sky became so blue,how these palm trees grew from seedsthat came from who knows where,or why I love to rhyme, make music with my words,say what's on my mind and breathe the air,feel the breeze my eyes can't see,loving how it comes and kisses me,soothes my skin, and makes me glad I'm here.Are there even...

Sometimes, the stars and moon and nighttime air are so perfect that being there in those moments is like being blessed, and I breathe them in as fully as I can and hold them in my heart and mind as a precious time, a sacred time when I feel the universe within, but then my thoughts get invaded by mundane  thoughts that come like uninvited guests to remind me to buy dish detergent, or garbage bags, or call the bank, and I...

What is this country in my mind I've wandered through for all these years, this land of hills and valleys, streams and rivers I have crossed, mountains I have climbed, forests, meadows, tangled jungles where I was lost but somehow found my way to this place filled with memories where I can see where I have been and nothing is forgotten.   It's where my childhood lives in a tiny house hidden in a forest far from here in th...

The Twin Otter came to a stop, after taxiing at Christchurch International, and all aboard let out an explosive sigh of relief. Sean Regan went forward to speak to the flight crew. “Well done guys and thanks; but let’s not do that again huh?” “You got that right brother,” said Dickie Peters, the pilot, “that was one rough ride. Don’t think we’ve ever had a rougher, do you Smithy?” “Nope, and I’m not in a hurry to try one...

Each night beneath the kindly moon’s soft radianceWe make again that joyful connection of loveVulnerable in our emotional nakednessAs we bare the most profound feelings of our heartsAll too soon the hour of parting is upon usCatching us unaware in our communionThe whistle of the passing train is the sad signalThat we must reluctantly say goodnight, sweet dreamsCome away with me on a romantic adventureAnd succumb to the sa...

Route 66  Open RoadDriving down Route 66 with the sun to my back.Spring cool breeze blowing, though, nose picking upsweet scents of flowers.  Looking down the Speedoat 65.  Road sign read Gas 20 miles Visit Irv's.  Talkingto myself time to stretch my legs and get a Coke. Never a rush Never late as you travel Route 66.  

A man sat and contemplated his life It was one not worth enduring, he thought And the months stacked upon each other His feeble existence weighed heavy on his mind And one day, he stood and set out On his first day, he composed a symphony So glorious was his creation That it brought a tear to all who heard it On his second day, he set aside his fear of rejection And he bedded a woman, fair and beautiful So rich was his ex...

Inspired by a posted in the forums by Bella85Tomorrow's light, Brings another day.Tears may fall, And darkness display.Truth be known, We're all made of clay.Hardened by fire, Glazed by dismay.One foot in darkness, The other in grey.Continuing our journey, Along life's highway.Knowing we may again, Crumble and decay.Broken and tarnished, At the final archway.Like a spent cigarette, In a polluted ashtray.Ashes to ashes, Du...

Life is a journey. We travel it's paths. Though not always easy. It's always adventuresome. Sometime feeling alone.Encountering many challenges and obstacles. Our goal is to reach a certain destination. Many of us have several goals to reach. Some will reach them all. Others will only reach a few. We must always keep in mind. New travelers will cross our path. Greet them with a smile.Some face the same obstacles we face....

Author's Note: (Before you read this, please keep in mind that this is an unfinished work, and I really want to hear what you think of it so far. Do you want to see the rest? Is it a good start? Please let me know! :) )Watching the stars was sort of a pass-time for Jethro, he would spend most evenings after he’d eaten his microwave dinner, sitting on his apartment’s balcony looking up at the few stars he could actually se...

He pulled his cloak over his head and brushed away a few errant flakes of snow from his shoulders. He breathed out a long breath into his cold, rough hands, this warmed them with incredible speed. He stepped out from the Coaching Inn into the day. His footfalls were cushioned by the blanket of fresh snow. His long staff arced its way through the air as he walked, and made a small dent in the snow close to his right footpr...