I met Robert in the parking lot of Passaic Street. I could not have known the depth of his understandings from looking at him. He is serious in his pursuits of Music and Poetry. Some of his works have been published here for your enjoyment.
Running my hands through a sunset
A milestone of miracles only a dream away
Bordering on Darkness, light still trying to stay alive
Stringy crimson cotton touching the fallen sun.
And I stood there alone, with her on my mind dreaming
of flying with her hand in hand
The dark seems imminent as the sun disappears.
I think of her face as we lay side by side
Eyes like the sun, hair like cotton, and a face as beautiful
as life itself
Feeling so small, watching the mighty sun fall away
I wait for the moon to take it's place
She enters my soul and waits with me
And the cotton darkens as the sky starts to sparkle
I think of her smile and I smile myself.