Daydreams (in a sonnet shape)

These azure thoughts ascend
to partner with the skies
and in these heavens highs
my daydreams know no end
with your dreams they will wend
to live behind your eyes
where they by and by
into our wakings blend.

what once were dreams are real
enlivened in company
imagined lovers’ reels
in paired society
such fragrant dreams breath true
the scent of me and you

Picture Books

He was haunted nightly
by the chocolate covered death masks
of comic strip gunslingers
and yellow page pirates,
though in the daylight
he thought fondly
on and off
of the adventures they shared,
but that was many ephemeral moons ago
when he was a child
and they were alive
in newsprint imaginings,
now their picture book ghosts
and a thousand denouements forgot
give only pause to restful sleep.


Peeling off layers
one by one
to reveal
a journey
through time
the stories
of smiles
and tears
each pattern
every texture
the history
of the years
gone by
some painted over
to hide
a secret untold,
scribbled crayon faces
a handprint
almost neolithic
the shadow
of perhaps a former
wall lamp or sconce
a Rosetta stone
for what once was
before the final
stuck fast
strip of anaglypta
lays like
the broken seal
of a pharaohs tomb
next to the skirting board.