Hush little dream 
don’t you say 
please remain quiet 
as I’m still 
do not haunt 
with the longings 
that I don’t 
in my wake 
shush little one 
let me sleep 
and maybe tomorrow 
I’ll miss someone 

Love has
never been 
the finish 
line but 
only the 
start of 
one very
marvelous race 

I only look
for things in
my present for 
those things can 
be lost but
things from my 
past never for
those things are
the forgotten ones 

When did I 
become an olive 
twist and peel 
once I was
the drink called
for and looked 
forward to after 
a long day
in social situations
at a party 
now an afterthought 
and frequently avoided 
set aside and 
scooped up by 
hands of strangers 

I live in 
a peace oasis 
a bubble a
goldfish swimming around 
his own bowl 
content with viewing 
the outside world 
over to castle 
then to chest
and then around 
picking up this 
putting it there 
putting it back 
the cat asked 
me one day
don’t you tire
going round and 
round your bowl 
tire me no
round and round 
I go peacefully 
to places you 
will never be 
for here I
swim in imagination