This is a poem dedicated to the memory of Dan Wink, a very close friend of my family. In many ways, he was a second father to me. He and I coached together in basketball and volleyball. He taught me so much about life and faith and courage. This is for him.
Will never really believed in anything. Not God, not heaven, not truth. His thoughts always reverting to the past and to himself, he never grew up. But when he is diagnosed with cancer in his mid-twenties, he has a few short months to discover who he truly is. His guiding light on the journey: a bare-footed man in his young twenties whom he calls 'Sand Man.' Angels and spirits often appear to us in the humblest of ways. But their impact can be our salvation and our self discovery. This story is dedicated to my good friend Donnie, and to all others who are lost in their journey to self realization.
'I do not believe in faeries.' Those five words that bring about the end of the sprite of the sea.
'...the pipes, the pipes are calling from glen to glen and down the mountainside The summer's gone And all the flowers dying Tis you Tis you must go and I must bide' ~Danny Boy, Irish traditional A dream fades due to the absence of sight... or simply due to a huge mistake you wish you could take back...
There are some people who are called heroes--others are made legends--yet still others seem to be something greater, more meaningful. This is the tale of my Symphony, and it is dedicated to him--so Luke, this is for you, my dear sweet wonderful Symphony!
A little fairy soul finds herself after a journey in the heavens. Also, my dear friend Holly put my poem to shame with her beautiful illustration of Saturn's Rings.
Abba! Abba Father, you are the potter, and we are the clay--the work of Your hands.
They are two souls, both afraid and lost. Their courage has run out, and they are suspended in an empty and black sea. Fighting the demons that torment them, their tale is one of both a physical truth and a spiritual epiphany. In this story, I have quoted the Moody Blues, William Shakespeare's 'Macbeth,' and F. Scott Fitzgerald's 'Great Gatsby.' This is a tale of two different people that have everything in common. These two people could be anyone. John and Marie are me, and they are anyone who wishes to believe and to hope.
~I read in your bio that you are an avid stargazer; I guess your relative latitude is a boon in that area. I have a visual disability called Retinitis Pigmentosa. My night vision and peripheral vision are severley impaired, making stargazing virtually impossible. I would really like to see a description of stagazing in one of your poems or stories.~ This one was written for and dedicated to my pal, Elrohir! Hope you like it!
'Tis distance that lends enchantment to the view--And robes the mountains in its azure hue.' ~Unknown This is a fantasy poem written for a dear friend of mine in hopes for future events of our finally meeting. David, this is for you.