2008 a new year a new direction...  stuff for a new book yet named

~Celtic Wanderer ~ 

The mist of early morn' fresh
And sunlight caressed my eyes
The sound of footsteps
And I looked down from above
Thru my window to the garden
To see this Celtic Wanderer
Playing in her garden
Dressed in lace and leather
She caught my eye
And shared my memories
In an instant
Again those memories
Of long...long ago
I silently watched her
As she drifted thru the greenery
Snipping here and there
Abandoning her mortal self
For just a while anyway
As if she herself
Were caught up in some dream
An ancient memory
Suddenly alive once more
She looked pale in the early light

Ruby red lips
And darkened eyes
A vision of a past long forgotten
And for an instant
I was enchanted by her longing
There was a gentle sadness
In the way she walked
And yet...
Her intensity was passion
It was untamed and untouched
From another place and time
I laughed out loud
In admiration
And she looked up
And our eyes met as before

I retreated quickly
Almost embarrassed yet aware
Of our silent connection
A window into each others soul
She who walks the grounds
Will always be
A fond memory

Each time I watch morning break
Over the mountains
And the meadows
I will have fond thoughts
Of lace and leather
Of roses and wine
Of good wishes
And fortune
And all that is fine.

( For Gwen )


Copyrite 1992 Ninth Wave



~The Edge of 46 ~ 

Well here I sit
Another decade passed
Time seems to fly
Then stand still
Like a moment
In suspended animation
That sometimes
Lasts for days
So the places
And the faces
Have all changed
Darker times behind me
Daylight on the horizon
On the Edge of 46
Ten years ago
I sat and wrote
About this very same day
That seems so long ago
But I can open the book
And it can be yesterday
So now and then
I go back in time
Just a little
To the Edge of 36
Looking out that window
In that big old house
High atop that hill
A different time
A different place
And a different me
Sometimes it's easier
To look back
Tough times past
Good times that
Never seemed to last
But here I am
On the Edge of 46
Still writing
And still dreaming
And wondering
Where the next decade
Will take me......
March 16th 2008

~Like A Ghost ~

When I think of you

Gives me chills

Used to do that

A long time ago

But the chills

Weren't the haunting kind

That leave me now

Sorta empty and sad

But I'm learnin

To be that way

And each day

It's a bit less painful

And a lot more


Still I think of you

Every day and every night

Passing moments now

Not that all consuming kind

A bit more distant

A bit more in cheeck

And I guess

A bit more forgiving

Like a Ghost

That was never really there


Written March 2nd 2008





~The Stroke of Midnight~

I guess I finally

Reached that point of no return

Never thought Id go there

Swore to myself

That it would never happen

But nothing lasts forever

Not the Poet

Not even the Outlaw

And never

Together forever

It was so hard

To let go

Closing a chapter

Ending a story

But i had no choice

I had to survive the Fire

I had no chance

No turning back

The stroke of Midnight

Was the point of no return

I know you'll never understand

And you'll never forgive me

Maybe I wont forgive myself

But it all came full circle

And I had to say goodbye.


Written January 20th 2008

'For the Outlaw"







Take me all the way back home