Chance Encounter

Was it a chance encounter

Or was it meant to be

Either way the die was cast

And crossing paths

Must sometimes merge    

We leave our own tracks

while following another's

The sound of rustling leaves

Suggest a rendezvous

In the pursuit of love

A Stray Cloud

 A stray cloud

In a darkening sky

Drifting North

A whisp that portends nothing

A sentence on an unread page

A Simple Touch

When the comfort of your presence

Becomes meditative

When only to hear you breathe

Chases the base needs

a simple touch will say what words cannot

I fold you into my conscience 

and let my dreams wash me