I began writing shortly after the death of my father when I was 11 years old. In the last 25 years, I have written thousands of pages of manuscript....some good and others less so...and I can chronicle my life within these words. They sit here, then, in no particular sequence, awaiting your reading and....just perhaps....realization of the kindred within us all...

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Waltz

Moments of passion, lately fleeting,

are now rushing the petal-soft boundaries

of my curious heart.

Melodious and feather light

are the echoes of your voice

as they resound joyously

through the canyons of my mind.

Soft as a rose

is the touch of your hand

and the memory of your kiss

ignites a flame

in the cinders of my soul.

You are the savior of my emotion

the dream of lifetimes yet to be.

You are the teacher

in this unnamed dance.

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The Journey

All my life I have searched

for something I could not see.

Bodyless voices would whisper

each hour in the night...

invisible arms would comfort me

when the air was cold.

And in my heart a yearning...

a wating of things unknown

drove me from my past

onto an endless sea of inquisition...

into the future,

my now...

where you were waiting.

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Fantasy

Like the night, in my dreams, you enfold me --

mystical comfort in a tapestry of crescent moons.

Your softness surrounds me;

the passion in your caress

enflames the spirit within me.

And in a quiet moment

when dawn begets pure darkness

I can almost hear your voice

in the tail of a passing wind.

I am safe, for now, in my midnight emotion,

but too soon the shadows fade,

the night becomes a memory,

and all at once I am alone again with the sun.

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Snapshot

Summer dawns

on a love fresh and new.

Fragrances of emotion,

welcomed by a tired heart,

flow freely

through memories of another time.

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The midi playing is Styx....Suite Madame Blue...a special song with special memories. Hope you enjoy...