Empty Dreams

falling asleep

realizing

for once

in a long time

no one

to dream

about

no taking

myself

to my happy

place

there is

no happy

place

anymore

Ghost Ship

like the

Flying Dutchman

cast about

the oceans

tortured souls

unable to land

come to port

complete the journey

unrequited

unable to complete

the circle

the journey

to be as one

not to be

as two

thoughts and

emotions

crash the seas

the mantra repeats

can not have

what is not

attainable

what if it is true

the highest mountains

the deepest seas

stand between you

it is not worth the effort

it can not be

no sacrifice too great

but to no avail

Don Quixote

jousted at windmills

laughed at

delusional

he didn't win

like a lovesick boy

in school

heart set

on the prettiest girl

not to be

why do men

do what they do

brain doesn't

get in the way

logic spock

too human

heart gets in the way

doesn't need to

make sense

she reads

thoughts undone

space and time

allows one to

reach out

or brush away

there will be

another

or two or three

sameness

closeness

not to

be there

bruised

and

bewildered

should have

known better

why did I try

doddering old fool

taken as I am

true to thy self

accept or reject

chips

fall as they may

owed nothing

by other

emotional

outburst

a cleansing

not complete

bury into the

ground

this too shall pass

just a man

to survive

the saying

just friends

not lovers

my ghost ship

journeys on

Daytime Hands Off To Night

looking over water

from backyard

birds come down

once last chance

for the day

feast or famine

unaware fish

swim by

a meal or home

to early

to call

a cool breeze

starts to find

its way

to end

a another

heat full day

the sun

ends it free fall

off in distance

water swirling

ripples trace

the surface

from whence it came

smooth jazz

tickles the ears

Franks and Krall

magical question

popsicle toes

are always froze

how many licks

to make you

happy

the world

may never know

one can guess

one more

might do it

Too Much To Ask?

to awaken

each morning

to the sounds

touch

caress

of one who cares

giving wide berth

barely a glance

tolerated

just

a brick

in the wall

a finger in the water

once removed

nothing remains

once was

hope and dreams

drudgery abounds

thoughts for

the future

cloudy and grey

no light at the end

of this

tunnel