Adventures in Life and Thought

  Sigh Anew Sigh anew Love for two Could have been Should have been Touched by wind Gone again

  A thoughtless girl pushes the limit of belief too far... He crossed the last two moss-covered stones at the edge of the wide creek and planted his feet on the solid earthen bank. Shivering from the effects of his clumsiness and subsequent dunking, he did what he could to shake the water from his clothes. The dawn’s amber light slashed through the forest’s canopy and pooled around him, exposing him to further humiliation as he swiped at the frigid water dripping from his hair. “Trayjan, you are the most inept boy of my acquaintance. Why did I choose to share my adventures with one of so few skills…Oh well, it can’t be helped. Please try to keep your footing. If you fall into the water again you’ll surely freeze before we reach the cave and I’ll have to waste my afternoon burying you.” Her laughter, as she extolled his incompetence to every woodland creature, filled his soul with a deeper chill, one that penetrated his heart. Princess Veela, the youngest daughter of King Ryman of Chyla

  M is for moody — don’t talk to me O is for onliest — there is no 'we' N is for nowhere — I want to be D is for dingy — I’m drab you see A is for acceptance — Let me be me Y is for Yesterday’s joviality

A Woe is Me Poem Could I Have an Answer Please Oh my.! You need my father’s name. I can’t imagine why. He’s been dead these 30 years I don’t think you’ll reach him if you try Sure, I’ll hold again. Another supervisor to find. Classical music this time, Sounds like broken chimes. Another voice, only an 18-minute wait. What do you mean you can’t help me? Sure, I’ll hold and contemplate my fate. Finally, an apologetic voice. She wants the last 3 passwords for my account. I've only ever had 1. Should I make up the other two? Sure, I’ll hold again. Glory be! I’m 23rd in the line, 26 minutes later, the person I need Has no time. Would I like to call back? Sure, my time has no value. But could I get some kind of answer I don’t care anymore what kind? I’ve been to this deserted land before. I’m sure you know the door. There’s no shade or place of rest Just a worn-out customer under test. Sure, I’ll hold again. The Silence was unexpected. Then comes the death toll. Your call has been discon

Seasons rush by my window Tightly closed and curtains drawn Never to know the yearning I have To reach out and capture time Today I will, “I will,” I say Open my window high and wide And beckon ever so sweetly Perhaps I’ll chance to make it mine

If I were a thought I’d wander ever so slowly Through shadow and sunlight Tracing the patterns and Subtleties of your mind If I were a breeze I’d slide softly against your cheek Lifting the tresses on your nape To imprint my touch And claim the essence of your being If I were starlight I’d fall from the heavens To shine forever in your eyes And guard my reflection there Peering at the world with you If I were your heartbeat I’d treasure the rhythm of your soul Protect the fragile beauty within Measure the moment when You allow my love there to grow If I were eternity itself I’d keep you forever in my embrace And count time unceasing By your smiles so freely given By your laughter genuinely driven If I were your man I’d spend each day in search To know your mystery and allure I’d find each portal and door So that I could love you more