Gold Medalist For Poetry, July, 2010.
Lingering in the shadows away from the naked light;
there’s a complete eclipse of my mind
in this spiritual corner of night ~
I see the stars; feel the breeze,
but just can’t focus my mind.
There’s a cold and hollow world trying to chill my heart;
Ghostly images strut in front of me
and I must play a tiny part
in this eery, faithless drama
that’s grabbing at my heart.
Dreams are holding me hostage in the deepness of the night,
I am firmly mired in the muck
yet reaching for lofty heights.
Can feel them yet can’t touch them;
Just can’t focus my racing mind.
Then I’m standing in the shadows, shivering and alone.
I’m thirsting at a wishing well,
the hand above me is my own.
With one final desperate wish
I`m dropping my very last coin.
Waiting, waiting at the well, hoping to hear the splash.
How can I ever get my wish?
How could I be so rash?
In the still silence of the shadows,
aching dreams are gone in a flash.
Dreams are holding me hostage in the stillness of the night,
I’m firmly mired in the muck
yet reaching for lofty heights.
Can feel them but can’t touch them;
can’t even focus my mind.~
Waking in a cold sweat,
can’t even focus my eyes ~
can’t focus, can’t focus ~ my mind.





















































































































