Does anyone know the way home? Can anyone recall when it was traveled last? The light is dying – the cold is coming fast. I wish I could remember the way home. Every path seems to wander free Far from where I long to be Spiral inward to that place – A mother’s touch, a… Read More Home



Time moves backward slowly In a gentle arc With the kindest eyes That only see what you make real And what you feel As you you trace your fingers Along the soft edges Suspended by the finest threads That are gone the very moment You realize they are there


I’ve been a fool – stumbling in search of light where there is no light, listening for a voice I have long since forgotten. I’ve been a dreamer – believing others believe like me, thinking I can find a place to fit in their world. I’ve been a fool – and everywhere there is silence.