mountain top

 

faces seen in the mountain top,

five or six,

soldiers, natives,

even presidents,

sleeping in the granite,

and limestone.

 

 

Souls

in this time of war,

souls continuously leaving their bodies behind,

some on to the afterlife,

while others sit awaiting judgement,

as to where they are to go.

 

the Dismal

 

Dreams

c

dreams,

faces and fantasies from the past,

work to confuse me,

unsure of the people and women who were part of my life,

or maybe just entities within my head.

 

Sandhills Seen

 

Sandhills seen,

in the mind,

and in reality,

neither view,

true and complete.

stairs in the park

stairs in the park,

covered by trees,

hidden,

a magical place found,

where dreams created,

and special thoughts seem real,

only moments away from traffic,

and the middle of the city.

 

The Return

cranes   re-appear

so does my happiness,

my heart singing to their calls,

in the early morning light.